Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Emma Parsons. I hadn’t even got to her. I had a quick look but I couldn’t find a Facebook profile. But Jack knew she was next in the journal.

I’m shaking now, but I have to hold it together.

‘I thought this would be about the Peter Daubney case. Don’t you want to interview me about that?’

She shakes her head.

‘No. We’ve got your statement. You need to get a solicitor. They’ll handle that side of things. But this, Caroline … I know it’s you. I know it. And in some ways I don’t blame you for what you’ve done. But if you’ve hurt her—’

‘I haven’t hurt anyone. I’m the injured party here. I’m the one who’s been hurt.’

‘So you thought you’d get revenge. OK. But just tell me what happened with Emma.’

I think. It would be so easy to admit everything. To tell her what I did to all these women. As if it isn’t obvious. And how I regret it now. But I don’t know anything about Emma Parsons. Then something inside me shifts. Is this his finale? How I’m going to be damned for ever?

‘I want to make a phone call. I want to call my solicitor. Am I under arrest?’

DI Ball opens the door and it bangs against the wall.

‘Be my guest. I’ll be here waiting.’

I walk up the corridor and I’m already dialling. I hear the ringing at the other end and then Katy’s voice.

‘Hello?’

I’ve got a one-track mind. My vision has narrowed to a tiny red dot and I spit out the words.

‘Who was the other ten?’

She’s silent.

‘Caroline?’

‘It’s me, Katy. Yes, Caroline.’

‘Why are you shouting? What on earth is wrong?’

‘Who was the other ten?’ She pauses. I’m losing it. The room is spinning and people at either side of me are in curved vision. ‘Who was the other fucking ten? Was it Emma? Was it?’

I realise that I’m screaming and my voice is echoing around the vast 1970’s entrance hall.

‘Yes. Someone called Emma. Yes. He gave her a ten. Why? What’s going on?’

I can’t breathe. He gave her an eight in the journal. Why would he lie, even to himself? I can’t comprehend it. Then I remember what Paula said. Of course he’d fucking lie. His whole life is a lie. But what has she got that I haven’t? No. No. Don’t get drawn back in. Something has clearly happened to her and I think about how I can reasonably deal with this. It feels like the walls are closing in.