Sophie nods. ‘Yeah.’ Her hand goes to her mouth and she stares at the floor. Robin wonders what she’s going to do. Would she stick around, stay by Finn’s side, given his prognosis?

Instead of asking, he pulls the memory stick out of his pocket. He hands it to her, her face confused. ‘It’s footage from the night of the storm,’ he says. ‘It’s Finn, and he’s talking about you. I thought you might want to see it.’

Sophie stares at it for a moment, then looks up at him. ‘Thank you,’ she says. He nods, then goes to walk back into the room. ‘Robin?’ she calls after him, and he turns. ‘Are you going to be around more?’ she asks.

‘Yeah,’ he replies. ‘As much as Finn and Josie need me.’

‘I’ll see you soon then,’ she replies.

Robin says goodbye to Finn and Josie, then starts to walk out. As he goes, his phone rings and he answers it.

‘Butler,’ says Craig at the other end. ‘Are you at the hospital?’

‘Just leaving now.’

‘We’ve closed the investigation against Finn. No further action.’

‘I heard.’

‘It was the right decision. Given everything that’s happened. And we charged Ian Calloway with perverting the course of justice. Did you hear we found the spare camera at his house?’

‘No?’ Robin’s interested, but not surprised.

‘Yeah. Taken out of the boot of Justin White’s car the night of the storm. So he was trying to sabotage Mason and Sharp from the outset.’ Craig pauses. ‘Listen, I wanted to say thank you, for your help on the case.’

Robin laughs. ‘You’re kidding me.’

‘No.’ Craig sighs loudly at the other end of the phone. ‘You were a pain in my arse, but you’re a good detective. I wish I had your tenacity.’ She pauses. ‘What made you think to order the second opinion on the PM?’

Robin remembers the night with Freya and Josh and the freezer. ‘It was something Freya said. They were testing an assumption that a death they were working on could have been an accident.’

Plus, Finn’s bizarre tangent to Jacob Fraser’s death. Robin had wondered: could the circumstances round Simon’s death have been similar?

‘Well, thanks,’ Craig says again. ‘And I like your DC, too. I like the way she thinks.’

‘You can’t have her,’ Robin says quickly.

Craig chuckles. ‘Tell her to call me when she gets sick of you. See you around, DS Butler,’ she finishes. ‘I just hope that next time we’re on the same side.’

Robin hangs up. He’s at his car now and climbs behind the wheel, before he makes another call.

‘Freya,’ he says when she answers. ‘I’m on my way in. You got anything for me to do?’