Kelly could see his smile all the way across the M6.

‘We spent a lot of time together on the mountain on Monday, Dad.’

‘Is that why you sound as though you’ve got a cold?’ he asked.

‘Probably,’ she said.

‘You working things out?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know yet. It felt right, but how do I know? How could I be so sure two months ago and then not now?’ she asked him.

‘Well, if you want advice from an old goat like me, follow your heart. Don’t listen to your head, it’s too noisy. Keep it simple. I bet Lizzie was pleased to see him,’ he said.

‘Of course she was. They’re spending the day together. He dug my car out so I’m on my way to Penrith now. If you’re stuck there, let’s catch up. I can’t go far today in this weather, and the investigation on Scafell has stalled. Don’t spend another night in a B&B, come back with me tonight,’ she said.

‘I’m sure it’ll clear by tonight, though,’ he said.

‘Doesn’t look like it. I think we’re in for another dump. I’m sure you’d love to see Johnny and Lizzie,’ she said.

‘I don’t want to interfere,’ he said. ‘But if you insist, then I’d love to come over,’ he said.

‘I’m hoping to get Kennedy-Craig’s son up from London today, so I might see you at the hospital. Is the body ready?’ she asked.

‘The technicians have done a decent job, considering how he came in,’ Ted said.

‘Great, I’ll see you later,’ she said, and they hung up.

The traffic ahead cleared and sped up as she hit the A road, and her journey onward was smooth. She listened to the radio and sure enough, the news was about Lord Reilly and his critical state, as well as questions over his connections to Kennedy-Craig. It had overtaken the trial of Ian Burton and its outcome, and for that, at least, she was grateful. She felt for Elaine Reilly, and wondered how she lived in such an exposed world. It took guts, but also foolishness perhaps? Then she thought about Vivienne Kennedy-Craig and the statements she’d read from the officers who’d attended the family since Monday night. Kelly had asked why she wasn’t making plans to come to the Lake District to fly home with the body of her dead husband. No one could give her an answer. What she had learned, though, was that Vivienne Kennedy-Craig’s use of language on the night she’d been informed of her husband’s death was curious. She’d specifically said that Lord Reilly wasn’t supposed to be on the helicopter, and it bugged her.