‘Let’s try yours next,’ says Saffy. ‘God, Mum,’ she adds, when they walk into Lorna’s immaculate bedroom, ‘you can make a mess, you know.’

It’s a smaller fireplace than the one in Saffy’s room and has a wooden mantel, carved with flowers. It doesn’t take long to work out that there is nothing there either. ‘The little bedroom . . .’ begins Lorna, but Saffy’s already off down the landing.

The little bedroom is empty save for the boxes in the corner. Lorna can see where Tom’s made a start on removing the wallpaper. ‘It’s funny that this was my room.’ She goes to the window and looks out onto the garden. She tries to imagine her mother there with Daphne, digging away, burying a body. But she can’t. It’s like imagining Snowy with a human head.

‘Doesn’t look like there’s anything here either,’ says Saffy. Lorna turns to see her daughter feeling around the hearth, and above her Tom reaching up into the chimney breast. They look like they’re performing some comedy act. ‘Do you think Davies found it?’

Lorna sighs. ‘Maybe Melissa remembered it wrong. It was a long time ago.’

Saffy comes and stands next to her and Lorna snakes an arm around her shoulders, even though she has to reach up to do so. They stand like that for a while, in the room that used to be Lorna’s, staring at the fireplace as though it has all the answers.

They are just about to leave the house to meet Theo and Jen when Saffy’s phone rings.

She reaches into her bag and answers it, mouthing that it’s DS Barnes.

Lorna’s stomach turns over. What does he want now? Have they spoken to Victor?

‘Okay,’ Saffy is saying, throwing them both a worried look. ‘I see. And, you’re sure? Right . . .’ She pushes a curl behind her ear. ‘Yes. That’s fine. Thanks.’

She presses the end button on her phone and places it back in her bag.

‘What is it?’ asks Tom.

‘Forensics checked the other body against the dental records they have for Jean Burdon from when she was in prison, and the results have just come in. It isn’t a match. It’s not her.’

46

Rose

September 1980

THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE IS THAT IT BLINDS YOU. AND I was so blinded by my feelings for Daphne that I felt like I had vertigo.

I broke my one rule since fleeing Victor – to keep myself to myself.

But one thing nagged away at me.

Daphne knew too much about me.

And I, in turn, knew too much about her.

Her stolen identity, her infamy as Jean Burdon, her incarceration.

I knew I loved her but would our crimes bind us together? Make it hard for us to part in case one of us told on the other?