Urgent business? Had she met up with Matt? Because if she had, it meant he and Ezra were still close by. They’re safe. Her children were safe, and Fiona wasn’t going anywhere. Sara’s heart gave a lurch of relief and she turned her attention to the figure on the ground.

‘My leg,’ Fiona wailed, her face contorted with pain. ‘And my arm. Call an ambulance, Sara. Can’t you see I need urgent medical attention here?’

Hailey watched, impassive, clearly in no hurry to ring for help, and Sara knew why. This was their chance to get some proper answers and she decided to try a bluff, see how Fiona would respond. The truth was, she had very little evidence of anything. But she could try and trick Fiona into incriminating herself. It was the only strategy she could think of.

‘I can’t help you there, I’m afraid. I don’t have my phone with me. But I’m sure Hailey will call the emergency services once we’ve had a little chat.’ She gave Fiona a tight smile and sat on the ground next to her, where she could watch her face, work out what was truth and what was lies.

‘No answers, no help. That’s the deal,’ Hailey said as she settled herself on a boulder by the side of the path, her phone grasped in her hand. She glanced at Sara. ‘We’d better check the car, don’t you think? She was obviously running away from us, so maybe she’s got something in there she doesn’t want us to see.’ She held out her hand. ‘Car keys, Fiona.’

Fiona glared at her, a look that said she wanted Hailey to shrivel up and die.

‘I don’t think she’s going to cooperate,’ Hailey said. ‘Remember, no emergency services, no pain relief until we have some answers.’

‘Jacket pocket,’ Fiona gasped. ‘Right-hand side.’

Hailey bent and rummaged in Fiona’s pocket – not being as gentle as she could have been – while Fiona whimpered with every movement. Hailey held up the keys like she’d won a trophy and grinned at Sara. ‘Okay, back in a tick.’

Sara watched as her sister sauntered down the path to the car park, obviously in no hurry. Then she turned her attention back to Fiona, giving her a bright smile. Fiona closed her eyes, her face deathly pale.

‘Look, Fiona, it’s your choice how fast you get medical attention. You can pretend you weren’t running away from us. You can even pretend that your urgent business is not connected to the fact we surprised Matt and got him to tell us what he’s been working on. But it seems like one hell of a coincidence, and I’m not buying it.’