I held my breath.

For six years I had carried the suspicion that my father died before he could defend himself.

Now I finally had independent records confirming that at least part of the shame attached to his name was misplaced.

‘Was he murdered?’ I asked.

Joan shook her head slowly.

‘The medical review has not established that.

I won’t tell you it has.

His death still raises questions, but unanswered questions aren’t findings.’