"Shit. Goddamn cops," Zoe said, her face twisting into a disgusted grimace at what the officials were putting Danny through. Danny knew her feelings about official policy well; she loathed them. She loathed that police could use the evidence found at the scene to convict Gregor but still insisted on re-traumatising Danny. She loathed Deirdre and Peter for getting the police involved. If it had been up to Zoe he would have been swept under a rug in the hospital and left in solitary till he withered away and died.

Zoe handed the cardboard tray to Cai, careful not to touch him (or even look at him) and took two of the cups for herself and Danny before sitting on Danny's other side. "You don't have to drink this," she said. "But it's there if you want it."