‘Based on the evidence we had at that time, I don’t believe so, no. And it’s wrong to say our investigation was shut down. Evan’s case, like many others, was always subject to review if new information came to light. Which, I’m very pleased to say, is what’s happening now.’

‘Can you tell us how Evan’s doing, Chief Inspector?’

‘He’s recovering at home with his family after a very difficult ordeal, and I’m sure you ladies and gentlemen will respect their need for privacy. I don’t think it’s appropriate or necessary for me to say more than that at present.’

As Campbell is asking the room for any final questions, Naylor feels a hand on her shoulder. A man is standing behind her, old enough to be her father but attractive in a silver fox way, wearing a hoody and jeans with old trainers.

She turns sharply to see who’s touched her, meets the man’s eyes and gives a broad smile.

‘Bloody hell, Ron,’ she says. ‘Don’t you know better than to sneak up behind a woman with self-defence skills? What brings you here?’

‘I heard the circus was in town,’ says Ron Perdue, nodding towards the front of the room where Campbell is thanking everyone for coming. ‘It’s a good turn-out. He’ll be pleased.’

‘We’re all pleased,’ says Naylor. ‘It’s a nasty case, and we need all the help we can get.’

‘I’ve read about it,’ says Perdue. ‘I was wondering if you’d care to join me at the Lamb and Lion for a pie and a pint, for old times’ sake.’ He pats his stomach. ‘As you can see, retirement is keeping me from the requisite daily calorie intake to maintain my beer gut.’

Naylor looks him up and down.

‘I can see you’ve lost a few pounds,’ she says. ‘But you might have put on a suit.’

‘Retirees’ prerogative, to dress like a slob,’ says Perdue. ‘Anyway, I don’t own a suit any more, except the black one I keep for funerals. I made a big bonfire and burned them all. Very therapeutic. So, are you coming, or what?’

‘Bit early for lunch.’

‘Call it research. You can pick my brains, and I’m buying.’

‘In that case, I’m right behind you.’