He nodded slowly, contemplatively. ‘I did a deep sweep online and could not find anything public stating your new identity or your address. Which is not to say no one knows it, of course. You have a list of suspects?’

‘Sort of. I thought maybe the aunt of the family, she never liked me – Ruth Safran. But apparently she’s dead. Marietta the maid, her surname was Estepan. The gardener, José . . .’ Oh God, what was his last name? Why could I remember the Anglo names and not his? I was ashamed. ‘I’m sorry, I’m blanking on his name.’

‘Not to worry, it will be in the trial transcript.’

‘You can get that?’

He laughed softly. ‘But of course, this is easy to get. Tapes of your interviews and videos of the trial, all of that is very easy to get too.’

‘Oh.’ I had never thought of that. Those hellish hours, nineteen-year-old me grilled over and over in a small, airless room, exhausted and dirty and grieving, giving answers that led me straight to Death Row.

‘I can send you them. This is easy to do.’

‘Thank you.’ But did I want to read the transcripts, relive those terrible days? ‘I can’t think of anyone else, unless it’s some stranger who still believes I did it. Then it could be anyone.’

‘Yes, I have seen the posts online. There are those who call for your death.’ He said it very calmly, but I flinched, even though I knew this was true.

‘I just can’t really imagine anyone going to these lengths, killing an innocent woman just to frame me.’

Jochem thought about it. ‘You have considered that maybe you’re looking at it the wrong way round? This dead woman – Anna Devine, yes? I have looked at the news stories. She is the one who was killed, so it makes more sense to ask who would have killed her, perhaps. Not who would want to hurt you.’

‘But – it’s been made to look like I did it.’

‘Perhaps someone is panicking. Trying to cover it up, what they did, and they know who you are. They think: a convicted killer in our midst, people will easily believe she did it. It’s – what do you say – a set-up? That is correct?’

‘Yes.’ My mind was racing. ‘You’re saying look at who might have wanted Anna dead?’ Who apart from me, that was. I was the one to most obviously gain, to step into the life she had vacated, have Alex all to myself, and maybe Sam too.

‘Exactly.’ He beamed at me through the computer screen, pleased to have solved my problem. ‘The police – if they believe it was you – they may not work as hard to find someone else. There are many cuts to services in your country, is this not true?’