Frost had gone to Maura’s home to find more information about the photograph and yet found the house to be empty. He’d called her cell and had reached her voicemail. With the house empty, the patrol officers had taken a break, the house was deserted. He’d snuck in the back gate and searched the garden, finding a small area atop an ivy topped wall where someone had obviously been sitting. After a brief search and concluding there was no physical evidence there, he settled into the flattened greenery and watched the house. From this angle it was obvious that someone could have sat here and taken the photograph with a long lens.

“Jane’s right.” He said, “She’s being set up.” He jumped from the wall and sprinted to his car, swearing loudly all the way.

Slamming the car door and forcing the ignition key home, he reached for his phone. “C’mon Korsak!” he mumbled as he spun the tyres in his haste to get back. “Answer the goddamned phone.”

When he heard his colleague’s voice, he didn’t give him a chance to speak. “Get Jane now, she was right all along.”