‘Hello, Mum. I heard about the murder. Me and Gran watched it on the news.’

‘Hello, baby, come and give us a kiss.’

Lizzy went to her mother and put her arms around her. At sixteen she was exquisite. Sometimes the beauty of her own daughter made Kate frightened. Lizzy had the O’Dowd darkness, like her mother and grandmother, but she also had porcelain white skin and startling violet eyes. She looked sixteen going on twenty-five. Unlike her mother she was full-chested, already a thirty-six B and still growing by the looks of her. She was as tall as her mother but far more graceful. One thing she had not inherited from Kate was brains. Though shrewd enough in her own way, she was no scholar, had no interest in anything academic. She worked now in the local Boots, filling shelves and waiting for the magical day they trained her for the tills. That was the height of her ambition and Kate accepted this.

‘How was your day then, love?’

‘Not bad, Mum, the usual. With the Christmas rush, we just don’t stop. I never even had my coffee break today. Mr Williams the manager said I was doing very well indeed, though.’

She put on a very posh voice for the last part and Kate and Evelyn laughed. Kate broke off some more soda bread and mopped up the gravy on her plate.

‘Shall I run you a nice bath, Mum? I got some bath crystals from the Body Shop last week. It’s the aromatherapy range. They’re lavender and supposed to make you relax.’

‘That would be gorgeous. Today has been pretty hectic.’

Lizzy went from the room and Kate and her mother smiled at one another.

‘Sure, she’s a good girl, Katie. That fellow’s been ringing her again. I think it’s love.’

Kate lit herself a cigarette from her mother’s pack and pushed her plate away from her.

‘Well, she’s young, the boys are bound to be after her.’

‘True, Katie, but I worry about her. I don’t think she realises the effect she has on them, you know.’

‘That’s part of her charm, I think. We’ll keep an eye on her.’

‘That we will. Now you smoke your fag while I clear this lot away. You’ll need all the sleep you can get, I’m thinking.’

Kate grinned again. Her mother was not happy unless she was looking after someone. Over the last sixteen years, Kate did not know what she would have done without her.

Going up to the bathroom a little while later, she lay in the steaming and fragrant water. She had been working for sixteen hours non-stop. She had seen a woman practically dismembered on a mortuary slab, had set up an incident room, and had organised over thirty policemen and women for the door to door inquiry. She had at her fingertips information about anyone and everyone.

Yet her mother still made her feel like a child. And after a day like this, it felt good.