‘Yeah.’ Sara stifled a yawn. ‘Nothing much, though. Just one thing – about eleven, the security guard walks round to the back of the house. Looks like he’s talking to someone then he disappears out of sight. Maybe going for a cup of tea, or slice of pizza.’

‘Any sign of anyone slipping in while he was gone?’

Sara shook her head. ‘Not so far. But I’ll keep at it.’

‘Let me know, yeah?’ Clare stood thinking for a moment. ‘Anything else? Did I miss anything over the weekend?’

Sara leaned back in her chair and began rubbing her neck. ‘Oh the usual, you know. Couple of lads drunk and disorderly, a missing dog, stolen car.’ She rose from her seat, yawning. ‘Think I’ll just make a drink. I’m falling asleep looking at that screen.’

Clare followed her to the kitchen. ‘I could do with a cup myself. That it – the dog and the car?’

Sara switched the kettle on to boil. ‘We had a missing child. It’s all sorted out now, though.’

‘Oh? What happened?’

‘Little boy. Daniel something. I’ve logged it on the system. Mum was out working and the babysitter stayed the night. But he got up and slipped out before the babysitter wakened. He was found a couple of streets away. Said he was hungry and wanted his breakfast.’

Clare stared. ‘Seriously? How the hell did he get out of the house?’

‘He’s three, boss. Nearly four, actually. Easy enough for a bright child to work out how to open a door.’

‘What did you do about it?’

‘The mother turned up before we found out who he was. She came home, saw he was missing and she and the babysitter went out looking. Someone told her they’d seen police in the street so she came straight to the station.’

‘Did you report it?’

‘Social Services? Yeah. Give them their due, they came out straight away. The social worker called into the station a few hours later. All checked out at home. He’s well cared for, house clean and tidy, food in the fridge. Just a case of the babysitter oversleeping and Daniel waking up early. Mum’s called a locksmith to put a chain and a high bolt on the door.’

‘But they’re going to keep an eye on the family?’

Sara nodded. ‘Just mum and Daniel. I think dad’s out of the picture.’

‘Where was she?’ Clare asked. ‘The mum, I mean.’

‘Night shift. I was in the middle of dealing with it when we got the call from Lamond Lodge. So I kind of left it with Social Services.’

‘Fair enough. Maybe give it a day or two then call them again. Make sure they’re on top of it. We don’t want to risk a child being in danger.’

Sara smiled. ‘Will do. But it does look like a one-off. The mum was horrified. I doubt it’ll happen again.’