Nell glanced at Paul who held up his hands. Turning back to Carla, she said, ‘Paul said it was a suicide?’

Carla threw him a look. ‘On the face of it, he’s right. The woman was on the wall, she held open her arms, and fell back.’ Carla paled as she spoke and Nell chose her next words carefully.

‘Were people standing near her?’

Carla shook her head.

‘What was the nearest someone was to her, roughly?’

Carla thought for a second. ‘Maybe four to five feet?’

Nell extended her arm. ‘Bit longer than an arm’s reach then.’

Carla suddenly deflated, head bowing, hands falling to her side. ‘I know, I know. But there’s something about it that wasn’t right.’ She looked up at Nell, brown eyes wide. ‘And I just want the chance to find out what that something is.’

Nell glanced at Bremer’s office. ‘Well, he’s given you twenty-four hours. So, we’ll work hard to see if we can find anything.’ She ignored the look from Paul. ‘Can you put your finger on what it is you think is off? Somewhere to start?’

Carla became animated again. Walking over to her desk she picked up a pile of statements and held them up. ‘There was this group, three people, who’d been invited there and they knew the victim – Alice Baxter – they knew her and seemed worried she was going to be there, something to do with their past.’ She was speaking quickly, clearly desperate for them to understand. ‘And when the woman – Alice – climbed on the wall, one of them shouted her name right before she fell.’ She stopped and looked at Nell. ‘Tell me that’s a coincidence. They turn up for a reunion, the only other person invited is Alice, and she dies that night.’

Nell got why Carla would read something into that – hell, she probably would too, and it was definitely worth a look. But facts were facts, and attending a reunion where someone you know kills themselves wasn’t a crime.

‘It doesn’t look like a coincidence, no,’ she said carefully, ‘but we have to keep an open mind, Carla. Just because they knew her doesn’t mean they were involved on any level.’

Paul tapped his phone on the desk. ‘Exactly. She still jumped, right? So coincidence or not, it’s still suicide.’

Bremer appeared at his door. ‘Has she told you about the thirty people who all state she jumped?’ He walked towards them. ‘Or the witnesses who put this “group of three”’ – adding air quotes with his fingers – ‘at least ten feet from Alice when she jumped?’ He turned to look at Carla, who had flushed. ‘In fact, they were standing behind you, were they not?’

Carla remained silent, so Bremer went on. ‘And did any of the witness statements you’ve so far only skimmed indicate whether the group interacted with her in any way prior to her jumping?’