Gaby looked down, examining her hand. ‘Oh, you know… apparently I’ll be fine.’ She lifted her gaze to meet Clare’s eye. ‘I’ve to see a shrink, though.’ She attempted a smile. ‘They seem to think I wanted to… well, harm myself.’

Clare took one of the chairs from Chris and sat down next to the bed. ‘And did you?’ she said, her voice as gentle as she could manage. ‘Did you want to harm yourself?’

A tear appeared at the corner of Gaby’s eye and she shook her head. ‘I don’t know what happened,’ she said. ‘They told me I’d taken too many sleeping pills.’

‘You don’t remember?’

Gaby’s brow creased. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I must have. I suppose. But I hardly ever take them. I didn’t even know I had enough to be dangerous. I was tired,’ she went on. ‘Maybe the strain of what happened… maybe it was catching up with me.’ She hoisted herself up the bed on her elbows. Clare leaned across to pull up her pillow and Gaby sank back on it.

‘Thanks,’ she said, clearing her throat. She looked at Clare. ‘I’m not sure what else I can tell you.’

Clare smiled. ‘Maybe, if you feel up to it, we could go back to when you left the hotel. I understood you were booked on the sleeper to London.’

She nodded. ‘We were. But then Luke said neither of us was fit to go back to work. He’d phoned London and said we’d be staying on a bit.’ She paused then said, ‘I was surprised he hadn’t mentioned it. But then he said he’d kept it quiet because he didn’t want anyone to know.’ She gave an apologetic smile. ‘I know everyone thinks it’s a cheek when someone like me complains. But it can be hard to find a bit of privacy, especially at a time like this. So he booked us into a cottage for a few nights.’ She flicked a glance at Clare then away again.

Clare looked at Chris then said, ‘Gaby, perhaps you could tell us about your brother David.’

Gaby’s colour rose and she hesitated.

Clare said, ‘It might help if I tell you we’ve spoken to your brother today.’

‘So you know?’

‘That he’s still alive? Yes, we do.’

‘Where is he?’ Gaby asked.

‘Back at the station. He’s helping us piece together what’s happened over the past few days. But I’d like to hear your account of it.’

Gaby nodded. ‘What would you like to know?’

‘The cottage. You said it was Luke’s idea, yes?’

‘It was. But, when I thought about it, it made sense. It had two bedrooms so there was room for David too. He joined us on the Friday. Gave us a bit more time together.’