I just looked at it, steadily, until he understood, and slowly took it back.

“All right, Ronan,” I said, and my own calm frightened me a little, it was so complete.

“Let’s go and see her.

Let’s all go and look at the crime scene together.”

Something flickered behind his eyes at that — the first small crack, the first hint that the script he’d written might have a line in it he hadn’t checked.

He covered it fast.