‘Impotence?’ she says. He stares at her, I feel the intensity of it, radiating more heat than the lights. Of course she means ineffective but it’s enough to throw him for a moment.

‘Ah yeah, I suppose that’s one way of putting it,’ he says, his composure coming back. ‘In my time with the military, I felt I had agency, I felt like my fate was in my hands and I was never taken prisoner. I never feared dying, not even when I was hurt. I always had faith in those people around me and my own abilities. I’d not really thought I was going to die until I woke in that house with my hands bound. And the scariest part is I couldn’t do anything to help Lina. All I’ve ever wanted was to be a good husband, to start a family and keep my loved ones safe. I failed.’ He exhales, his eyes finding his palms in his lap.

‘Lina saved you.’

He looks up now, puffs out his cheeks with the hint of a smile. ‘That’s right. She did. She’s a hero.’

I reach over and take Cain’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. It’s the lines he’d spoken with the PR consultant but when he delivers them, I feel warmth blooming in my chest.

‘She is a hero. Now, Cain, you’ve also spent a little time recently with the police. Photos emerged of officers removing what appeared to be computer equipment.’

I feel his hand in mine, the dampness is from my own hands. He’s calm and still. He squeezes, and he might as well be whispering in my ear, I’ve got this, don’t worry.

‘That’s right, Lisa. As we own the property that the cameras were in, I thought it right to volunteer my computer and hard drives to eliminate myself as a suspect in the ongoing investigation into the cameras.’

I squeeze his hand again, it’s the perfect answer, just how we’d practised.

‘But, of course,’ Lisa continues, ‘the rumour mill was sent into overdrive when a taxi driver came forward saying Lina stopped his car, that she was terrified and you were seen running after her down the street.’

He gives a small laugh, it comes across as genuine if a little dismissive. ‘I think we’ve quashed this rumour too but we all know how people love to talk.’

‘People do love to talk, so what would you say about those who sight the coroner’s report into Daniel Moore’s injuries? Some have pointed out that there were no bruises on his knuckles, despite your report to the police that he punched you. That’s how you sustained the injuries, is it not?’