‘It would be great if one of the girls was getting her gear off,’ Dawn says, ‘but until you have proof, ideally photographic evidence, it doesn’t sound like there’s much we can run with.’

‘Not really,’ Oli admits, her heart sinking. ‘But it’s good context for my feature. If Cara’s right and the girls were mixed up in something, people might be more willing to come forward now than they were ten years ago. And maybe I can press the cops, see if anything was found at the Paradise Street house that they’re keen to go over again now.’

‘Worth a shot,’ Dawn says distractedly.

Oli pauses, working out whether to reveal what Rusty mentioned to her in Crystalbrook. She decides to ask in case Dawn has heard something too. ‘Did your source say anything about a letter at the house where the body was found?’

‘You mean a suicide note?’

‘No, some kind of threat?’

‘I didn’t hear anything about that. Why, what else do you have?’

‘Nothing yet.’

Oli knows Dawn is annoyed because she does the laboured breathing that TJ always imitates when he’s recounting his interactions with her. ‘Just make sure you get aggressive out there. If you need to kick down some doors to get something new, then fucking kick them down.’

‘It’s not easy,’ Oli says feebly. ‘My contacts are all old.’

‘Well, get some new ones,’ Dawn grunts. ‘And I want an update on the new plan for the podcast as soon as possible. We’re trying to secure an advertiser, and they want an overview of the first episode before they sign.’

After Dawn hangs up, Oli closes her eyes, leaning back into the park bench. Advertisers are not an audience she typically needs to worry about.

Without warning, she thinks about all the boxes in Isabelle’s room. She can understand Dean wanting to keep some memorabilia for the girls, but it’s really getting to her that he has barely got rid of any of his dead wife’s things.

Oli feels the familiar pinch of guilt. Who is she to judge how Dean grieves? She’s never lost a partner, let alone a husband. Plus she’s still here, she’s with Dean, and Isabelle is far from being any kind of threat. So why then does she feel so uneasy? Is it because, deep down, she’s worried that karma is yet to play out? She sighs. Navigating the ghost of Isabelle isn’t getting any easier. The shock of her death is still raw. Even now when Oli thinks about it, her muscles tense and her pulse quickens.