Was Ian Eve’s attacker last year? I have to give it to her, if it’s true, she’s smart. If I wanted to track someone down, I’d go back to the scene of the crime and wait for them to show up. People’s habits are what get them caught. We all have a pattern of behaviour that’s inherently hard to deviate from. Things we say and do, the places we frequent. But, if that’s the case, how did he not recognise her?

I read the original report again and sift through the mess of my desk until I find the newspaper Guy gave me earlier. Eve has long mousy brown hair in the photo they’ve printed, a stark contrast to the platinum blonde she is today. I find it hard to believe that changing her hair would make her unrecognisable to him, although on reverting back to the notes, most of the sexual assault took place from behind, the initial jump and the act itself.

Does this prove Ian’s death was premeditated? The closest CCTV in the area is from the gym; the one where Ian and Eve apparently met. It yielded no results before, but I message Guy to see if he can get more recent footage and give him the dates. He’s been running around all over the place for me today. I must remember to say thank you. He’s done so much of the groundwork and with Hicks retiring we’ll need another permanent member of the team.

When Guy responds, I ask to see the days Eve was camped out in the area, according to the mobile phone triangulation, up until the day she became a member at the gym. I tell him the beers are on me on Friday night.

Within twenty minutes, a message is in my inbox. I’m going to have to recommend his transfer is made permanent. He’s too handy to let go. Hicks has been away from his desk for a while, most probably trying to find another way to prove Eve’s intentions. Time is running out.

I take my hair out of the bun, releasing the painful hairgrips and give my scalp a rub. I can’t help but enjoy the sensation of knowing something he doesn’t. The camera at the door of the gym covers around ten feet and is motion-activated; picking up all the customers who enter or exit. It’s easy to whiz through images of a twenty-four-hour period and watch the comings and goings. I spot Ian early on. His visits are regular, same times on the same days, but I can’t find anyone that looks like Eve.