seven-hour day and was finally on her way home, albeit in a slightly indirect way. She'd already spent more than two hours there that morning with Mo talking to Emma, listening to her harrowing account of the past few days while her mother sat beside her, holding her hand. Tina had been impressed by how brave and lucid Emma was in the interview, answering all their questions quietly and carefully, and although she'd looked tired, and thinner than she did in the photos that lined the house, her overall demeanour suggested that the damage she'd suffered wasn't irreversible. It was too early to say for sure, and Tina was no psychologist, but she'd come away feeling positive, and also proud of her boss, who according to Emma's testimony had saved her life and almost lost his own in the process. Emma had asked where Bolt was, saying she'd like to thank him properly, and Tina had told her that she was sure they'd get to meet soon, looking at Andrea as she did so.
Andrea had looked away.
Andrea's voice came on the line now, far brighter and chirpier now that she'd got her daughter back, but it immediately lost its lustre when Tina introduced herself.
'Oh, back again?' she said wearily. 'I'm afraid Emma's asleep at the moment, and I don't want her disturbed.'
'That's OK. It's you I've come to see. Can I come in?'
Andrea buzzed her through. She'd changed since Tina had left earlier and was now wearing a long T-shirt and a pair of khaki hotpants that showed off shapely legs and freshly painted, bright red toenails. The haggard, terrified woman of the last couple of days had now almost completely disappeared. It was quite a transformation.
'I've sent the liaison officer away,' she said as Tina stepped into the hallway. 'It's just me and Emma now. Like it's always been. Any word on Pat yet?'
'Nothing at the moment, I'm afraid.'
'God knows what's happened to him. I still don't think he's involved, but if he is . . .' Her face darkened momentarily but then returned to normal as she pushed thoughts of her husband aside. 'Do you have more questions for me, then? Is that why you're here?'
'Shall we go through to the living room?'
'OK.'
Andrea stretched out the word, trying to gauge from Tina's expression what this might be about. Tina didn't give anything away, so Andrea led her through, taking her usual position on the sofa. Tina shut the door but remained standing.
'I wanted to ask you some questions about Emma's father. Her real one.'
Andrea sighed loudly. 'God, do we have to? I mean, is it important? I could do with a rest myself, you know.'
'We need to discuss it now.'
'Don't take that sort of tone with me.'
'You said in your statement on Friday that Emma's father was James Galante.'
'That's right.'
Tina pulled a folded sheet of paper from the back pocket of her jeans, holding it out in front of her.
'Do you know what it says on here?'
Andrea didn't say anything, but she was looking less sure of herself.
'It says that Emma was adopted.'
Andrea swallowed.
'By you and your then husband, Mr William Devern, in September 1994. When she was seventeen months old. I got a copy of the birth certificate from Somerset House this morning.'
'Christ. Keep your voice down. Emma doesn't know.'
'OK. But it makes me wonder, Mrs Devern, how many other things have you been lying about?'
Andrea reached for her cigarettes, which Tina now recognized as a sure sign that she was feeling stressed.
'It was only that I wanted Jimmy to help me and I thought if I convinced him he was Emma's dad then he'd never be able to say no.' She got up and opened the French windows, lighting up and blowing smoke out into the garden, her arms folded in a defensive gesture. 'You'd have done the same in my position, except you don't know that, because you've never had kids. She may not be my flesh and blood, but she's still my daughter. I brought her up. No one else, because Billy was dead within a year. Just me.' She blew out more smoke and glared defiantly at Tina.
'When are you intending to tell Mike Bolt that he's not Emma's father?'
The question made Andrea flinch.
'So, he told you about that, did he?'
'Only when he absolutely had to.'
'I'll tell him soon enough. When I've got my head back together.'
'You almost destroyed him, Mrs Devern. He's suspended from his job because of you, and it's possible he'll lose it over this. The least you can do is put him out of his misery.'
'I told you, I'll tell him soon.'
'No. Either you call him now, or I do. And I really think it would be best if it came from you, don't you?'
'Listen, Miss Boyd, you've got no idea what I've been through in the last week. What I've done, I've done to
