Sitting at his desk, Frost shook his head. He couldn’t believe the M.E could be involved. He’d argued that she was often at Jane’s apartment and a hair could easily have gotten onto the cup without her ever having been there. Korsak agreed but knew he had to cover his *****. The truth was, he couldn’t believe it either but he knew as well as Frost did that it was possible. The photographs they’d been sent were personal, they were of Jane up close, relaxed. A stranger would have never been able to get so close to Jane.

Alarm bells rang suddenly in his head and he got up from his chair and strode towards the large bank of monitors on the wall. Searching through the computer, he found the file he was looking for and opening it with a heavy heart.

“Hello Mr Hoyt” Maura’s voice burst into the room, startling Frost and forcing him to turn the volume down low. The surgeon’s response was almost muted as he arranged the volume to a reasonable level. He listened closely. Maura had confided in him that she had had some fear of humans, the living ones at lease and yet here, confronting a vicious serial killer, there was no trace of fear in her voice. She sounded confident and in control.

Korsak stepped into the room, holding a file. Frost held up his hand to silence him before he had a chance to speak and so Korsak took a seat, watching Frost work as he tried to work out what he was doing.

Maura walked into the shot, confident and self-assured. Frost paused the footage and turned to Korsak. “Did you get anything?” he asked.

Korsak sighed heavily; it was the sound of a defeated man. “We can’t prove the exact time Jane’s place was ransacked, only the day.” He began, “We know from the building manager and Jane’s neighbour that they were in until 4 and heard nothing at all. Jane’s neighbour says she can often hear Jane vacuuming so I think it’s safe to say she’d have heard the intruder.”