Already, since the inquiry opened, Inga had received more than the usual amount of aggression. She was used to it; she put on a bravado act. She relished men exposing themselves in broad daylight. Later it was claimed by some that she acted as agent provocateur; but she was as surprised as anyone. Nor did the men there need any fake encouragement.

The inquiry’s final witness was DCI Ruth Brock. Early that morning, Inga convened a brief women’s hearing at the harbour. Anybody watching as they came in by ferry might have thought that the thirty women were praying. The ferry from Berwick arrived at 9.30 a.m. Because the inquiry began at ten, and the women were on foot, they had set off by the time the boat docked in the harbour. Even if they’d seen the cars driving up the ramp and into town, nothing could have told them that that particular configuration of vehicles was special. Some vans; a lorry; the usual air-polluting cars. Inga marched in front. When they passed the Islands of Women Study Centre, the women saluted the mural of Eva and laid down a shell. Then they carried on up the hill and through town to the library, oblivious to what they were about to find when they rounded the corner of College Road.