‘Sadly no. But see those darker patches by the rural houses? Apparently, you can assess the health of the septic tanks from the colour and shape of these patterns.’ She pointed at a green area fanning out from beside a remote house, contrasting with the scorched yellow grass around it.

‘There’s a niche skill,’ I said.

‘You can see where people have converted barns. Look at this one on the Bamford road – there’s a septic tank for a big barn, so I guess it’s been converted to a house.’

‘I might prefer to see the hidden gardens, Fiona.’

The door banged open. Jai was silhouetted in the light shining through from the corridor. ‘We’ve got the background checks,’ he said, ‘and Daniel Twigg has an interesting past. He’s been inside for causing death by dangerous driving and driving under the influence of alcohol and drugs. But it was nearly twenty years ago.’

I pictured Daniel with his rock-balancing art, in his little caravan. ‘Okay, let’s find out more about that.’

‘Will do,’ Jai said, in a cautious tone. ‘And there’s another thing.’

My pulse spiked and I remembered Craig’s slimy comments earlier. ‘Oh God. What?’

Jai walked over, pulled my guest chair up to my desk, and actually sat on it (at which point I knew things were bad). He shuffled closer. ‘Google Justice for Violet,’ he said.

I typed in the words. Lots of hits. Fiona leaned in so she could see too.

‘The Facebook page,’ Jai said. ‘Go to that.’

I clicked and a page came up. The header was the Animal Vigilantes’ poster of the young pig being roasted above the fire, but scrawled over the top in red letters was the phrase, ‘Justice for Violet!’ Underneath was a photo of five large men wearing black trousers, black T-shirts and, rather ominously, black balaclavas.

I clicked, ‘About’, and read the description of the page.

The vegans and activists have shown their true colours. Violet was a symbol for meat-eaters who are fighting back. Red-blooded men everywhere love Violet. We’re sick of being made to feel ashamed of what we are. We like meat and we like Violet! Now these maniacs have killed her and fed her to pigs, trying to make some insane point. We won’t let them get away with it.

I sighed. ‘Uh oh.’

‘It gets worse,’ Jai said.

I carried on reading. My eyes skimmed over the next few words and I felt a horrible sinking in my stomach at the sight of my name.