DI Alice Cauldwell looked through the mirror at her suspect as he sat with his solicitor, pinched the bridge of her nose, and willed her tiredness to recede. At the fag-end of a long night, all she wanted is to get this settled.

“Okay, Kev,” she said to her DS, “let’s get this done.”

The officers strode into the room and sat across the table from Todd Greenwood, their prime suspect.

Kev flipped open a folder and looked Greenwood in the eyes.

“Do you understand why you’re here?”

“Tell me,” Greenwood responded.

“We have not charged you with any crime,” Kev said, “you’re helping us with our inquiries.”

“I don’t want to,” Greenwood said, “can I go?”