‘…passenger lists are being trawled through in the hope of finding the route out of the UK Lewis took – the hope being that this will lead police to her exact location.’

Cut to Sandy in the studio. ‘The list of killings she mentions in her confession, Guy, they’re horrific, aren’t they? And they seem to escalate.’

‘Yes, Sandy. The full awfulness of what Lewis did is only now coming to light and if everything in the confession is true, they are looking for a highly dangerous predator.’ He consults his crib sheet. ‘We all know the story of the man in the canal, Daniel Wells, whose penis was severed, back at the beginning of last year, several other stabbings, a suffocation, and at least one dismemberment. If the confession is accurate, this is a sick and vicious individual.’ I think Majors had the hots for me.

‘Are police any closer to locating her, Guy?’

Cut to Guy again, stubby finger jammed in ear, smiling knowingly. ‘The police aren’t giving anything away as of this evening but I do know they’re putting extra powers behind this search and are keen to bring her to book as soon as possible. Members of the public are warned not to approach her if they see her and to call the police immediately if they have any information on her whereabouts.’

‘What about Rhiannon’s baby, Guy? Are police saying anything about what might have happened to it yet?’

‘Yes, I spoke to a senior officer today who intimated that the baby was born before Rhiannon left the UK and is in safe hands. That’s all they’re saying at this time.’

The England Shirts holler, ‘WE LOVE YOU, RHIANNON!’ behind the camera.

Guy clears his throat. ‘Back to the studio.’

Majors was all over my case in the UK. He popped up again on a search a couple of days later in a late-night topical news programme in the UK called Late Night Insight. He was interviewing DI Nnedi Géricault, the detective who’d been assigned to my case over a year before.

‘DI Géricault, you interviewed Lewis twice, is that correct?’ said Majors, stack of papers before him, pen poised.

‘That’s correct,’ said Géricault, all the warmth of an ice sculpture.

‘Once while she was under arrest for her part in the death of Lana Rowntree, her fiancé’s lover, and once when she was under suspicion herself.’

‘Yes.’

‘And on both occasions you suspected her of being more involved in the murders attributed to her fiancé, Craig Wilkins—’

‘Yes, that’s correct.’

Majors’ tongue is poised inside his cheek. ‘Nearly a month since she skipped the country, you’re no further on in locating her. What’s gone wrong?’

‘Nothing has gone wrong as such—’

‘—but you haven’t found her, have you?’

‘—we are continuing to work with dedicated teams of law enforcement agencies both here and abroad—’