Kelly walked out of the flat, along the balcony, and down the steps. The forensic team would be next in. The call had already been put into motion to send teams to the London residence of Vivienne Kennedy-Craig to arrest her and soon, Kelly hoped she would have all the answers she needed to understand who was ultimately responsible for the crash. She believed that the perpetrator was in custody, and that it was either the wife or the son of the deceased who was behind it. Maybe she’d never know. Maybe it would be a jury who decided.

George was carried out of the flat as an ambulance arrived and this time, Kelly didn’t stop the journalist poking his nose into George’s face as he was carried to the waiting crew. Before he was bundled into the vehicle, Kelly approached as the small crowd of people was held back. George’s face was contorted in pain.

‘Who told you to do it, George?’ she asked.

He opened his eyes and stared at her. He reached into his pocket and took out a phone, and gave it to her.

‘It’s all on there. I recorded her. Fabian has nothing to do with it; he worshipped his father, even after he found out what a monster he was,’ he said.

Kelly nodded. She could see that he knew he’d never see his daughter again.

She watched as he was loaded into the back of the vehicle and stood in the middle of the car park as it pulled away, sirens blazing, and people parted to allow it through. She walked through the crowd and around a tall wall, where she found a grit bin to sit on, away from prying eyes.

Melted snow soaked through her jacket and she put up her hood.

Finally, she got up and took a cut-through to Penrith town, stopping at the first coffee shop she found. The warm liquid made her feel slightly human again and she made her way back to Eden House. It wasn’t far. By the time she got there, she was sodden and Kate asked where the hell she’d been.

‘You had perfectly good squad cars in full working order and you decide to walk?’ Kate said.

Kelly nodded. She took off her coat and water dripped all over the floor.

‘You okay?’ Kate asked. ‘Vivienne Kennedy-Craig is in custody in London.’

Kelly sat down. ‘She’s behind it all,’ she said. She put the mobile phone given to her by George Fellows on the table and Kate picked it up.

‘Have you looked at it?’ Kate asked.

Kelly shook her head.