Becky talked to Brona. Their conversation was terse.

‘They found her.’

‘When?’

‘About half an hour ago.’

‘Are they sure?’

‘Conor says yes, but that the dental records will be used.’

‘Do you feel it is Baby?’

‘Yes… yes, I do.’

Silence.

‘You okay?’

‘Yes. You?’

‘Yes.’

Silence.

‘Do you want to come over here?’

‘Thank you, no. Conor is coming here for something to eat. He said don’t answer the door or the phone. The media may get hold of this today.’

‘Okay.’

‘You alone?’

‘No, Rupert and the kids are here.’

‘Will you phone Uncle James? I’ll phone John - I know he’ll come over from London.’

‘Good. Talk tomorrow.’

‘Talk tomorrow.’