Kelly sent an email to Kate Umshaw, who should be in the office by now, updating her on her movements. Kate could run the ship at Eden House in her absence. Rob Shawcross’s task this morning was accompanying the forensic team to the Watson house. They’d been booked in this afternoon to search Keira’s apartment too. Sharon Bradley didn’t mind; she had other priorities now, such as canvassing the entire estate.

After coming up to speed on her phone, Kelly watched as Keira’s body was zipped up and loaded into a coroner’s van. People were still on the streets asking questions and offering theories. The boyfriend seemed a popular one, but they had to find out his name. Somebody mentioned a guy called Tyrone. Information came in slowly but surely. She left the forensic team to tidy up and was happy that the perimeter was secure. It was time to go and meet the dive team, and Will.

As she walked in the direction of the pond, it struck her how close it was to Wordsworth Towers. She radioed the coordinator for the witness statements on the Beacon Estate and asked them to mention yesterday’s crime during their inquiries to see if anything flagged up. If her theory was correct, somebody must have seen the perpetrators returning to the estate.

She saw Will in the distance, near the pond, and he waved.

‘Morning, Will. Everything good?’ She smelled a waft of Ralph Lauren and found it reassuring. She liked that he took care of himself. Though he was looking tired of late.

‘Yes, boss. Always happy to be out of the office.’

‘We’ll let the others chew through the statements from the Beacon Estate for now. Do we know of any active CCTV cameras in the area?’

‘I didn’t go into Eden House, I came straight here, but I know there are plenty dotted around. Maybe we’ll get lucky.’

‘Something up?’

‘No. Just a tough day yesterday. Looking at knife wounds is probably my least favourite part of the job.’

‘Me too. It was a shit day. You not sleeping?’

‘I’m fine, boss.’