‘Oh dear. But I haven’t done anything.’

Lorraine smiles. She still feels uncomfortable here, amongst the floor-to-ceiling boxes and the papers piled waist high.

‘No. We certainly can’t find any evidence that you have. As I said before, we don’t really want to get involved in domestic issues, but his solicitor is leaving us no choice. Mr Atkinson has told us a little bit more about this bag he thinks you have.’

I bet you have. I’m all ears. I can’t wait to hear this. You’ll be adding up the photographs you’ve had taken of me and me taking the journal and coming up with what you think is the jackpot.

‘Oh. Right. But I don’t see what it’s got to do with me.’

‘He’s been to the station with his solicitor. He’s made a statement saying you definitely have the bag and that the bag contained personal items. His visa papers for his work trips and birth certificate are in the bag and he wants you charged with stealing official documents and harassment. He mentioned libel too.’ She looks positively pissed off. ‘So that leaves us no choice but to investigate.’

I stare at her. Of course you want me charged.

‘But I haven’t got the bag.’

‘I know. I told him we’d searched your property and that you’d complied with our requests. He asked for another search but we said he would have to go to court to get a decision on that. But he did mention something else.’

‘Go on.’

‘The diary in the bag. He said that you would be angry if you saw it. It contained details of other women he had known. That two of these women had been harassed on Facebook—’

I interrupt. ‘Christine Dearden and Julie Carson.’

‘Yes. So you know about this?’

‘Of course. Who doesn’t? All our friends are talking about it.’ All your friends. All your Facebook pariahs. ‘As I said before, it’s very hurtful to me. But not entirely unexpected. You’ve read the file. You know what happened.’

She gets her notebook out and writes it down.

‘So your ex-husband seemed to think that it would trigger your mental health problems. That you had posted these pictures out of jealousy.’

I look at her. She wants me to explain my way out of this. She doesn’t believe him.

‘I’ve never been diagnosed with mental health problems.’

She stops writing and looks around.

‘But I thought … with all this and the divorce papers …’

She has looked into this. She’s read your statement about me. What you thought was wrong with me. The language you and your solicitor used. Mad. Disturbed. Crazy.