Robin can’t sit there any more. He gets up and walks out into the corridor. It’s empty, nobody around, and he stands for a moment.

He has no idea what to do. He’s failed everyone. He’s a terrible friend. He didn’t even know Finn was an alcoholic, and he certainly hasn’t been around for him over the last few years. Josie was relying on him to save her son and he hasn’t done that, only made matters worse.

He hears a door open and close, and glances over. Freya’s standing next to him, her face sympathetic.

‘You okay?’ she asks.

‘Hmm,’ is all he can bring himself to say.

‘I’m sorry.’

He nods, then stares up at the ceiling, taking a long breath in. ‘What do I do now, Freya?’

‘You tell Josie the truth. And we apologise for breaking into her house.’

Robin manages a laugh. ‘Yeah. That wasn’t the best decision I’ve ever made. Sorry for dragging you into it.’

‘Ah, never mind,’ Freya says. ‘You make life interesting, Butler, I’ll give you that.’ She puts a hand on his arm for a moment and rubs it. ‘Come on, mate, let’s get out of here.’

But before they make it far, his phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket.

‘Steph?’ he says. ‘It’s okay. We have the video. We know what happened.’

‘You do?’ she replies. Her voice sounds surprised. ‘You’ve seen it all?’

‘Well, no…’

‘Then you don’t have a clue. Get DI Craig and come to the Royal Berks,’ she finishes. ‘I’ll see you in ten.’

When they arrive, Steph is waiting for the four of them in the corridor outside Finn’s room. She has a thin file in her hand; she passes a copy of the report inside to Craig and then another to Robin. She points to the empty hospital room across the way and the four of them go obediently in.

‘Sorry you’ve had to come all this way,’ Robin says to Steph. She looks good, Robin thinks, now she’s out of her pathology PPE. Her hair is a bit longer, tied up in a high ponytail. He likes it like that. He really has missed her, he realises with a sting.

Steph gives a tired shrug. ‘What else have I got to do, Butler,’ she replies, ‘but respond to your every demand?’ Despite her words, her tone is light and her eyes meet Robin’s with a smile.

‘What exactly is going on, Dr Harper?’ Craig says sharply. ‘I have a case to wrap up.’

‘I’m sorry, I won’t keep you long. The coroner wanted me to share my findings with you directly to avoid any confusion.’

Robin recognises her tone – it’s the patient, measured voice she uses when she’s on the stand, giving vital information to juries.