No, you don’t, Molly wanted to scream, you’ve no bloody idea. Nothing she had ever read or seen on the TV had prepared her for being involved in something like this. But Amelia was trying to be kind and supportive, the way Jack should have been, so she merely shook her head and shut her eyes briefly to hide the fear she knew was lurking there. ‘West End Central Station,’ she said a moment later, attempting to sound amused. ‘He said it as though I’d know where that was, as if I were acquainted with police stations. I’ve never been inside one before.’

Amelia stretched behind her for her iPad. ‘We’ll soon sort that out,’ she said calmly. ‘Okay, here it is. Fairly convenient, actually, it’s on Savile Row.’ She looked up. ‘Easy, you get the Circle Line to Oxford Circus, then head down Regent Street, take a right on New Burlington Street and it’s at the end of that road. Six minutes’ walk. It’ll only take you thirty to forty minutes max from here.’ She tilted her head. ‘Why don’t you ring Jack and ask him to go with you?’

‘No,’ Molly said, wishing she could. ‘Jack mentioned being really busy. I’ll be fine. You’re probably right, anyway, they’re simply going through the motions.’

‘I could go with you, if you like?’

‘That’s very kind,’ Molly said, genuinely touched. ‘But honestly, I’ll be okay.’

‘Well, at least let me make you a sandwich. I bet you didn’t have any breakfast.’

Molly smiled her gratitude and sat back while Amelia bustled about in the kitchen. Molly had plugged her mobile in to charge and checked it for messages, hoping for one from Jack. He would forgive her eventually, but she wondered how long it would take her to forgive him for not standing by her when she needed him most. It was ironic when she thought of how much time she had spent in the last couple of weeks worrying about him.

She wondered what the police wanted to ask her. There was nothing she hadn’t already told them. She’d been an idiot, but that wasn’t a crime.

The sandwich Amelia made her was probably nice, but it tasted like cardboard in her mouth. She struggled to eat half, pushing the rest away with an apologetic shrug. ‘I’ve got collywobbles, I’m afraid. But thank you, even that much was enough.’

At one, she unplugged her phone. ‘I’ll go now. I’d prefer to be early.’

Amelia gathered her in a hug. ‘You stay strong, okay. Remember, you’ve done nothing wrong.’