‘Looks like you’ve been busy,’ he remarks when they finish, giving Amber a look through narrowed eyes.

‘We found her mother,’ Amber reminds him.

He sighs. ‘Looks like it. But then we could have told you who she was yesterday if you’d been here.’

Amber and Lumin exchange a look.

Detective King turns to Lumin. ‘We found your belongings in a flat yesterday, Lumin. It belongs to a man who’s turned out to be responsible for a spate of violent robberies in the area. After we arrested him, he confessed he robbed you the evening before you appeared on the beach with no memory.’

Lumin puts her hand to her mouth.

‘How awful,’ Amber says, comforting her.

‘We found your passport, and some flight and train tickets, in your belongings.’ King gestures to a large holdall bag with blue stars all over it. ‘Recognise this?’

Lumin shakes her head.

‘I reckon you arrived in Winterton Chine the afternoon you were robbed,’ King continues. ‘He told us he came across you walking down the road by the forest, he robbed you, you fought back, there was a struggle and you fell into the forest.’

‘That’s how I got my injury,’ Lumin says, putting her hand to her head. ‘I fell and banged my head so hard it knocked me out?’

Detective King nods.

‘At least you now know what happened,’ Amber says.

Detective Matthews smiles sympathetically ‘From the contents of your bag, we managed to find out you’re a resident of Iceland. We’re in the process of trying to contact your mother now.’

‘Any luck?’ Amber asks.

‘Not yet,’ Detective King replies. ‘We have a number but she’s not answering.’

He hands the bag to her and Lumin peers into it. Among the clothes are books, and some notes with scribbles in the same writing as the notepad.

‘What do I do now?’ Lumin asks.

‘We’re doing all we can to track your family down,’ Detective Matthews says. ‘It’s just a case of waiting. Good news is it turns out you’re over eighteen after all and you’re a British citizen, so you’re free to do as you please. Obviously, it would help if you continued with your sessions at the hospital to help regain your memory. In fact, they want you to go in this afternoon. But I suspect you’ll be reunited with your mother very soon.’

Lumin looks tentatively at Amber. ‘About that offer to stay in your flat. Is it still on the table?’

‘Hell yeah!’ Amber replies.

Detective King’s phone rings. He looks at it then excuses himself, walks into the kitchen and talks in a low voice.

Detective Matthews leans towards Amber. ‘You’re lucky,’ she says. ‘Just taking Lumin like that could’ve really backfired on you if she was under eighteen.’

‘She isn’t though, is she?’ Amber says. ‘And I had to try to help her.’