"How were the interviews?"

"They were good. Everyone performed pretty well. Of course, the main stuff comes when we get them on-site tomorrow. You want to see them?"

The investigator sighs and sinks on to the sofa, the wooden frame creaking under the weight. "Sure. Let's see what they've got."

The hotel room is small and cosy. A large double bed, a sofa, and a writing desk. The last is barely visible beneath the mass of screens and electronics on top of it. Jane Andrews sits behind it, a stocky, blonde woman in her forties. She pulls up a folder on to her laptop screen, then hesitates. She turns to face the sofa with a frown. "Do we even need to do this? I mean, after that email we got today? Our star interviewee and everything? We'll probably never even use this footage will we?"

"Don't count your chickens before they've hatched. Besides, I'd still like to see what they know."

Jane shrugs and loads up a series of videos. The first one comes up on the screen.