‘No way. In the tabloids in those first few days, it was a feeding frenzy, so they were all searching for an angle. Whoever they spoke to – if it was even a real person – just lied through their teeth. There was another story in one of the other papers about Mark being “fixated” on this girl he went to school with, again using quotes from an “anonymous source”. That was a bunch of lies too. He posted some comment on this girl’s Instagram feed – like a “You look hot” sort of thing – and that was him apparently obsessed with her. I mean, it was ridiculous. That’s how teenagers communicate, right? Mark was a lovely kid.’

‘I didn’t see that story. Which paper was that in?’

‘I can’t remember. One of the red tops, I think.’

I glanced at Healy and he knew what I was asking him: see if you can find the story she’s talking about online. He picked up my phone and started looking.

Turning back to Tori, I said, ‘The money that Chris made from selling the houses at Black Gale – do you know what he did with it all?’

The answer was already in the police file, but I wanted to see if the information we had tallied up. The Gibbses had a lot of cash swirling around at the end, and while it all appeared to be accounted for, money could often be the cause of bad decisions, as Healy and I had already speculated.

‘He bought a couple of properties as investments,’ Tori replied, ‘and then rented them both out. I think he might have stuck some of it into fixed-rate savings accounts; the rest they just used for holidays, stuff for the house, that sort of thing. They weren’t extravagant people, my brother and Laura.’

That echoed what Ross had told me earlier.

I shifted to the subject of the other residents.

‘Your brother never had any problems with the neighbours?’ I asked.