She ran off and left her own child!

We are the victims here!”

It was, I am told, a bravura performance, delivered with total conviction, the practiced outrage of a woman who had never in her life encountered a consequence she could not shout her way out of.

And Martin Shaw let her finish.

Then he stepped forward, and drew a high-definition tablet from his leather briefcase, and tapped the screen, and turned it to face her.

On it played the security footage from the lobby of the Regent Bay Resort, in crystalline resolution.