Bloody Amy Miller, with her no comments and infuriating calm. Bloody Freya, looking at him with her wide blue eyes like he’d personally let her down by not locking Amy up there and then. And now this.

DCI Baker glares back. ‘Gone. To Midfield Psychiatric down the road. To be assessed. Apparently, your little barrage of questions yesterday, plus a stay overnight in our finest custody suite have tipped him over the edge.’

‘Riaz’s faking it. He knows he’s in trouble and he’s pulling the diminished responsibility card.’

‘Well, whatever the reason, we can’t touch him. And Miller’s solicitor is claiming his testimony was given under duress.’

‘Shit!’ Robin turns, his hands on his head. He stares at the board in front of him. The timeline, the reports from the PM, from the car, from the PCs – it’s all come to nothing. ‘How long do we have?’

Baker glances up at the clock. ‘You’ve got five hours left. You’ve got SOCO at the house, right?’ Robin nods. ‘So give it your all. And then we’ll have to pull them out and let her go.’

‘Unless we find something.’

Baker gives him an incredulous look. ‘Unless you find something.’

Robin watches Baker leave. Freya has been standing, mute, next to them this whole time, and now she slumps in the chair, her head in her hands. He watches her.

‘You okay? Should you be here?’ he asks, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

She looks up at him with bloodshot eyes. ‘Where else am I going to go, Robin?’ Then she sits up straight. ‘Tell me what to do.’

Robin sighs. He looks at the board again, then rubs his eyes. He went back over the camera footage following Miller’s death. Multiple files, selecting the one for last Wednesday, watching Freya breaking into the house. Her shifty expression as she walked through the lounge, searching the study, then leaving via the window with the laptop. His finger hovered over the delete key for a second before he pressed it. And the file was gone.

Such a fucking mess. He can’t stand her looking at him any more.

‘Get me a coffee,’ he mutters.

She gets up and leaves without a word.

‘Shit,’ he growls under his breath. The case is falling apart. What do they have? They’re waiting for Amy Miller’s phone records to come in, but all that will confirm is that she called Kal, not what they discussed. They’ve checked the rest of the camera footage from the house, and apart from the weird display of self-harm, there’s nothing exceptional. They have no evidence in Miller’s car linking it to Amy, nothing on his phone. He’s sent a message to Steph asking for her to look at the PM results again, but she hasn’t replied, and it’s a shot in the bloody dark as it is.