Logan sits down and April explains to him and, through the camera, to the court gathered in her future, how she turned to God because there was no one else. She had always believed in God, from a little girl, because she had to believe there was someone who loved her, and if it wasn’t her mother or father, or anyone she could see, then it had to be God. And after the rape, she had no one to tell but God. Who would believe her? There were four of them and one of her. They were respectable boys from wealthy families, long-established in the area; her mother was a single parent, a known drunk. And she’d been drunk; blood tests would have proved it. Her raised blood alcohol level would have comprised the only evidence: semen, skin cells, hairs, were slooshed out of her, washed off her, by the dunking in the pool. All this she had added up, the next morning, and known: she could tell no one. Least of all the mother who already figured her some kind of beast.

So she wrote to God. Asked God to help.

Now she admits that maybe what wrote back wasn’t God at all. Maybe it was some buried, smouldering part of her, the angry voice so far from her pain and dismay that she didn’t recognize it as her own. But it sounded like the God of the Old Testament. She thought she recognized it. An eye-for-an-eye kind of God. The kind of God that would ask a good man to murder his son. The kind of God that smites sinners; wants the faithful to smite sinners. And suddenly almost everyone she knew was a sinner.

At first, she was only smiting them in her diary: killing them with words. But when she went up to uni, when the administrators of the student accommodation department mixed her in with the sharp-brained scoffers of radical atheism, she saw this gift God had given her: science. Why else was she so good at it?

So the plan arrived like a bolt of divine inspiration. A holy mission, even. Yes, at the time, she was sure it was God’s plan, and she didn’t question it. She was taking instruction from the Lord. She knows now, she was mistaken. In a way, anyway.

Logan hesitates. The next question, the obvious question, sounds like it might lead her somewhere dangerous. But he has to ask it. There is a what will be, will be about all of this.

In what way weren’t you mistaken?

The Kingdom of God lies within, Dr Logan. Whatever we do, we are doing God’s bidding. And the outcome is always good.

Even when the outcome is death?