We cook together. According to my schedule, I’ve not got work for four days so this is a good chance for us to reset, but I know he’ll be stewing on that comment from the talking head. The way the footage makes us look. He’ll be assessing it, internalising it. His mistrust of the police, his anger at the media. He’s wanted to give an interview since it happened, for the payday and to clear our names. He wanted to be the hero not the drunk husband. It should have been him that saved the day.

‘At least this should confirm there was just one person there that night,’ he says. ‘You acted in self-defence. The police can stop trying to build some conspiracy now. Case closed, it’s all there on TV.’

I don’t need to remind him again that someone sent the footage, someone has it. Case not closed. And they may have the other footage from the Hillview Terrace property too.

•

Later in the day, while the police are dropping back his computer, Cain is tapping away at his phone. I walk past him, slowing to peer over his shoulder. He’s punching out a reply in the comments section of a news article.

‘What are you typing?’

‘Nothing. Just these people starting rumours. Bullshit about us.’

‘Show me?’

The reason for his irritation is clear when he raises his phone to me. WeStay Horror House: Hidden cameras in every room, but who installed them? It’s the Daily Mirror, a UK paper.

I take out my own phone and google our names. Someone has written an opinion piece on the dangers of the ‘gig economy’ for The Age newspaper in Australia, using us and our experience as an example. The New York Times has run an investigative piece linking the home invasion and the cameras with the Colorado murder and a home invasion in Berlin.