‘Yes, I saw them, and we’re going to have to watch them, but first I have to call this in. We need to get people on this, quickly. Right bloody now. Can you get my phone?’

She hears her own strained voice, hears Leo curse as he rummages through her handbag.

‘Here,’ he says and hands her Billy’s phone too. She uses her thumb and forefinger to zoom in on one of the pictures and squints to try to make out more details.

‘Have a look at this,’ she says. ‘Does anything in this room look familiar to you? Do you have any idea where these pictures might have been taken?’

Leo squints as Karen uses her index finger to move around the picture, hunting for things that might be recognised. Together, they stare at something that looks like a wall-mounted cot, or possibly a narrow bed. They note the bright wallpaper with yellow and orange flowers on the wall behind it. See half a window hidden behind a closed curtain.

Karen hears Leo inhale sharply when Luna’s wide-open right eye slides into view. She quickly pulls the phone away.

‘Oh my God. What if he killed her and then himself?’ he says. ‘Maybe that car accident wasn’t an accident at all. Is that what you’re thinking?’

The other scenario is at least as nightmarish, Karen thinks to herself and she can tell the same thought has just occurred to Leo. That she’s alive, and that the only person who knows where she’s being kept is lying unconscious in Thysted Hospital. And may never wake up.

‘I don’t know,’ she says, ‘but if she’s alive, we need to find her as quickly as possible.’

Then she hesitates. Which would be better, calling Smeed first or spending a couple of minutes checking if the videos Billy took can give them a clue right now? Every minute counts. Unless she’s already dead. Some of the pictures show part of a tabletop and the edge of a plate and something that looks like a glass of water. Billy must have wanted to keep Luna alive, she thinks. At least until yesterday morning. If he hasn’t killed her or hurt her too badly, there’s still a chance. But only if they can quickly figure out where she is.

Her thoughts run in circles. And with a feeling that whichever path she chooses will turn out to have been the wrong one, she starts the first video.

*

The same room, the same cot. The camera zooms in and then out again. The sound of a chair scraping and Luna’s panting breaths underneath the hood.

Then Billy’s voice.

‘Interview with Lena Johanson, 27 April, 11.45 a.m. Hi, Luna, would you prefer if I called you that?’

A muffled mumbling and then Luna’s confused, darting eyes as a hand reaches out and removes the hood.

‘Do you recognise me?’