He can’t remember the exact moment Diane Jordan went from being “Auntie Di” to “That Bloody Woman,” but he remembers well those end days, when it was just the three of them because Richard was always at work. Tyler; his brother, Jude; and their crazy mother. She would tell them, sometimes in graphic detail, exactly what she thought Richard and That Bloody Woman were getting up to. He would have been ten at that point, Jude thirteen. Yet it was Tyler who saw the holes in these fantasy stories and Jude, the older brother, who was content to go along with them. Later, after their mother was no longer in the picture, Jude wanted nothing to do with the woman he held responsible for their ills, but Tyler could never find any blame for Auntie Di. Perhaps Jude, being older, thought he didn’t need a mum anymore, but Tyler wasn’t ready to give anyone else up. Of course, it wasn’t long before he had to. First Jude, who ran off to fight in Tony Blair’s war in the desert. And then Richard, who lost a battle of his own.

Doggett makes a show of stretching out his limbs, as though waking from a long, relaxing journey, and he yawns extravagantly. Tyler realizes he’s been driving on autopilot again. They’re already at the Old Vicarage.

The SOCO team is still combing the grounds. The incident room is packed full of plainclothes detectives, with Guy Daley ostensibly in charge. The detective sergeant acknowledges his superior with a cheeky “All right, boss?” but Doggett ignores him entirely. Shuffling with paperwork in one corner of the room, Constable Rabbani does her best to look inconspicuous but fails miserably. Daley has spent the morning collating the information brought in by Uniform. He takes them through it, but it amounts to very little.

“Anything from Elliot yet?” Doggett asks, dropping into a swivel chair.

“No, boss.”

The DI snorts and rolls his eyes. “What about visitors?”

“Sir?”

“Anyone been poking around asking questions?”

Daley clicks at his mouse, perhaps hoping the laptop has the answers he needs, but it’s Rabbani who answers, her voice squeaky and faint. “There was some vicar over from the church next door.” She does her best to ignore Daley’s scowl. “He seemed pretty worried about what were happening.”

“I bet he was.” Doggett spins to face Tyler. “Always note who’s paying the most attention. Chances are they’re in it up to their eyeballs.” He swings back to Rabbani. “Name?”

“The Reverend Thorogood.”