‘Tell us again about the events of that weekend, beginning with the party on Friday the eleventh of September,’ Butler says. His voice is measured and calm.

She sighs. ‘No comment.’

‘What is your relationship to Khalid Riaz?’

‘No comment.’

‘Did you phone him on Monday the fourteenth of September?’

Interesting, Amy thinks. ‘No comment.’

‘Because we have a warrant for your phone records, Amy,’ Butler adds. ‘We can find out.’

‘No comment.’

He raises an eyebrow and looks down at his notepad.

She knows they’re searching her house again. But she also knows they’ll find nothing.

Butler pulls a photo out of the file and puts it in front of her. She looks at it. It’s a small black box with a few wires trailing, a ruler next to it to show size.

‘Do you know what this is?’ he asks.

‘Should I?’ Amy says, and receives a look from her solicitor. ‘No comment,’ she adds.

‘It’s a wireless camera, sending video feed from your house to a remote laptop.’

The solicitor sits up straight in his chair. ‘You had no authority to place video cameras in my client’s home.’

‘We didn’t put it there,’ Robin says. Amy sees a smug smile appear on his face. ‘Jonathan Miller did.’

Amy feels her muscles tighten. Jonathan was filming her? What the hell? But she forces herself to stay calm. They don’t have anything. They don’t.

‘When did you recover this item?’ her solicitor asks.

‘Last time we did the search. With your client’s permission,’ he adds pointedly. ‘And it shows some interesting footage, Amy.’

She stays silent, waiting as Butler puts a laptop in front of her and turns on the video. She watches. It’s from her living room, and she can’t help but stare as it shows her hitting herself on the edge of the door. The solicitor watches it, then turns to stare at her. But he doesn’t say anything to Amy.

The solicitor clears his throat. ‘What’s your point, Detective?’ he asks, regaining his composure.

‘Why are you doing this, Amy?’ he asks.

‘No comment,’ she replies. And she smiles. So this is all they have? It’s okay. She’s right, they have nothing.

Butler closes the lid of the laptop.

‘We’ve arrested Khalid Riaz,’ he says. Amy waits. ‘And he’s told us on record how you phoned him and told him to move the body of your husband and stage his death to make it look like an accident.’

Has he now? Amy always knew Kal was going to be the weak link. She was wrong there, on many levels. Not the man she thought he was.

‘Is that a question?’ Amy says.

Robin stares at her. ‘Did you?’

‘No comment.’

She can see her calm is starting to get to him.

‘Did you ask Kal to stage the death of your husband?’

‘No comment.’