‘She probably left Danny with her mom when she made the journey to take me.’

‘What journey? How do you know she made a journey?’

I’m beginning to lose it. I must remember not to mention any of the details Danny gave me.

‘I just presumed,’ I say. ‘She’s hardly going to abduct the neighbor’s baby, is she?’ I sound cheeky now and I don’t want to, because I need this woman to feel sorry for me. Focus, Becca, Focus.

‘Rebecca,’ Turner says patiently. ‘Whoever killed Katie Collins was probably trying to keep her away from you. It wasn’t your mother, so… who else knew?’

She’s zooming back in on Danny. Staring me down, waiting for me to come to the same conclusion.

‘What about Bert?’ I say.

‘Bert?’

‘The neighbor who gave me the coat. He knew.’ I’m hoping Bert isn’t looking down from heaven right now, cursing me.

‘Do you think it was Bert?’ she says. When she discovers Bert was an eighty-year-old man who could barely walk and was nursing his dying wife at the time of Katie’s murder, he’ll immediately come off the wanted list.

‘I don’t know what to think. All I know is, I didn’t do it.’

‘So it’s possible it could have been your fake brother or your fake father?’

This conversation is taking a turn for the weird. Turner is trying to break me down, suspects I know more than I’m saying.

‘No, I don’t think it’s possible either of them did it. I’ve known them all my life. They’re not killers and they didn’t know anything about the abduction anyway.’

My voice is getting croaky. The truth, catching in my throat. Danny did know, and he lied to me for twenty-five years about it. But I’m not going to tell her that because I don’t believe Danny killed her. I don’t believe he’d risk all he has; Joanna, Liam, the perfect house, the perfect job. I think he would have allowed Katie find me rather than kill her.

Turner stands up and wanders around the room for a bit before suggesting we call it a day. She’ll want to talk to me again, she says. I’m not to go far. I wish I could, I wish I could get on the next plane out of here and never come back. Maybe I will.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Out in the lobby Jeff stands up when he sees me. His eyes are full of questions, but I’m too exhausted to fill him in right now. I’ll wait until we get home, or out of the building at least.