For Amy Miller, there’s nothing. No previous convictions, no warnings, nothing. For Jonathan, the same. Then, at the bottom, she notices one small note. No charges brought, but a brief comment.

24/3/18, PC Watts, domestic disturbance, DV?

She knows what the notes mean. That acronym again.

‘Sarge? Look at this.’

She turns, but Butler is still staring at his screen. ‘Robin?’

‘Hmm?’

He looks at her at last, then reads over her shoulder.

She notices him hesitate. ‘So there was some sort of domestic violence in that household,’ he says at last. ‘Did…’

She knows what he’s asking. ‘No, Jonathan was never violent with me.’ She meets his gaze. ‘Never,’ she says firmly.

‘What was he like?’ he asks tentatively.

‘Jon? He…’ How to describe the man she loved? How to do him justice? ‘For my last birthday, he bought me a kite.’

Robin looks confused and she laughs. ‘I’d mentioned in passing that when I was little we used to fly kites on the beach, and that I’d loved it. The flutter of the ribbons, the bright colours against the blue sky.’ Freya smiles. ‘That was him all over. He’d listen and then months later remember stuff that even I’d forgotten. He made it one of my favourite days. Middle of December, we went down to the beach at Boscombe, freezing cold, wind like ice. Flew that kite for about five minutes, then went for fish and chips. It was perfect.’

He listens with a sympathetic wrinkling of the forehead. ‘I’m sorry, Freya,’ he says.

She nods slowly, not trusting herself to speak. She knows he understands.

‘You want me to speak to Watts?’ he adds.

‘No, I’ll do it.’

He turns away from her quickly, too quickly, and flicks his screen away from what he’s been looking at, but not before she catches a glimpse of the heading.

‘Why are you still looking at Jon’s medical records?’ Robin doesn’t answer. ‘Robin? Please. No secrets. Not now.’

He sighs, and flicks the screen back, letting her read the notes. She scans it once, then again. She can’t take it in.

‘So…’ she begins. ‘Jon had fertility tests done?’

She feels Robin scrutinising her face for a reaction. ‘Did he ever mention it to you?’

‘No.’ Her face is getting hot; her body feels sweaty. ‘All he ever said was they tried for a baby when they first got married, but it never came.’

‘And you didn’t discuss it?’

‘Yes, briefly. He said he wanted them. Two. He never liked being an only child.’