‘I thought they were golf mates?’ Johnny asked.

‘I know. It doesn’t make sense. Unless he wants to get closer to those responsible: like Tyrone’s mates. I wonder what he’s planning.’

‘He could just be here because it’s a way to get involved in fighting knife crime.’

‘It’s odd, though. And to allow his daughter down here.’

‘We need to find them; they’ll be with Sharon.’

They neared the track that took them from Potton Park to the estate. It was quieter here, because most people were gathering in the park for the march. They made their way to the barricades and were amazed by what they saw.

Lorries and delivery trucks had been allowed access, food stalls had been set up by local retailers, and portable toilets were in place. Several major news channels had erected rainproof shelters, and Sharon sat under one, at a table, giving an interview. Beside her sat Thomas Watson and his daughter, Millie.

Kelly and Rob approached. Sharon waved at them. The interviewer turned around and Kelly asked if they were live. They weren’t. The piece was yet to be edited and approved. Reports cobbled together from whatever they had gathered here would be reviewed in one of the huge vans, and the final piece would make the lunchtime news.

‘Detective,’ Sharon said. Thomas glanced at Kelly; he looked uncomfortable.

‘Mr Watson. Millie. I’m surprised to see you down here, but pleased, too. I gather you’ve been making friends.’

‘Dad didn’t want to be here. He followed me. I ran away. Jordan is missing. Dad saw him on TV.’ Millie didn’t mince her words, and Thomas shrugged, as if to reiterate all of the above. He didn’t look as though he’d had any sleep.

‘What do you mean, Jordan is missing?’ Kelly asked.

‘He’s here somewhere. I saw him on TV last night, he was here and I know he’s still here.’

‘But you haven’t found him?’

Thomas shook his head.

‘Dad, he’ll be fine, he’s doing the same as me.’ Millie turned to Kelly. ‘I told Dad that to find out what happened to Mum, we need to do what Sharon’s doing for Keira: shouting as loud as we can. We’ve made new banners and everyone knows that we want justice for Keira and Mum.’ Kelly looked around and noticed banners with Keira and Ella’s names on. It touched her.

‘Seems to me like a few ordinary people from a council estate are doing more than you lot,’ Sharon said. The journalist stuck his microphone in Kelly’s face.

‘The investigation is ongoing. These things take time, Sharon, you know that, especially when there are dozens of youths unwilling to help us.’