And here is what I felt, climbing out of the back of a police car in my pyjamas and a coat at six minutes to seven in the morning in front of a man in a dress uniform on a residential street in October with three of my neighbours’ lights on.

Shame.

Pure, hot, total shame, and no information whatsoever.

Nathan came down the ramp and he put his hand out and he said: “Mrs.

Vance.

Nathan Lin.

I’m so sorry.

I have done this extremely badly.”