Tobey stared at me in stunned silence. My eyes narrowed. If his expression was fake, then he was a damn fine actor.

‘Well? Did you?’ I said with impatience, needing to hear him say it.

‘What the hell, Callie? Of course I didn’t. You were arrested? For what?’

I took a deep breath, trying to push down the cold wrath inside. It wouldn’t be fair to take it out on Tobey if he really had nothing to do with this.

‘I’m sorry, Tobey. It’s just that I was picked up by two police officers this morning and charged with perverting the course of justice.’

‘Perverting the course of justice – how?’ Tobey’s frown deepened.

‘By not letting the prosecution or the court know that my mum was at Dan’s flat on the night he died.’

‘I’m not with you. The police interviewed everyone who was there that night, including your mum.’

‘They interviewed Sephy Ealing. No one put it together that she was my mum because we have different surnames.’

‘So why didn’t you say something if you knew it would be a legal problem?’

Seriously? ‘Because it wasn’t relevant. She was exonerated. Mum had nothing to do with it.’ At least that’s what I’d thought until Tobey told me otherwise. ‘I don’t care what you or anyone else says. Mum didn’t do it,’ I reiterated. ‘Look, can I come and see you? You asked me to be patient, but I need a progress report. D’you know where Troy and Libby are yet? I need to be doing, not sitting here being done to.’

Tobey nodded. ‘I’m at my apartment. I’ll be waiting,’ he said softly before disconnecting the call.

A moment, then I grabbed my bag and headed out the door just as Sol was trying to come in.

‘Where are you going?’ Sol frowned.

‘To see Tobey,’ I replied, not breaking my stride.

‘Callie, wait. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Have him come into the office if you want to discuss the finer points of his case. Seeing him alone is … inadvisable.’

‘Don’t worry, Sol. I know what I’m doing,’ I argued. ‘If I’m not back today, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Wait, Callie, I’ve got news,’ said Sol, trailing behind me.

I turned.

‘I have it on good authority that the CPS is looking into all the evidence against Tobey Durbridge again.’

‘How come?’ I frowned. ‘They obviously thought they had enough to bring him to trial in the first place. Why are they taking a second look?’

Sol looked around to confirm we were indeed alone. Even then, he still lowered his voice. ‘Apparently, they were assured that Tobey would confess to Dan’s murder should the case ever come to court.’

More pieces of the puzzle were being slotted into place. ‘Is that right?’ I asked stonily. ‘Assured by who?’