They’d done it. It was over. She kept her face neutral, but there was a fizzing by the sides of her mouth, an invisible smile and a silent sigh. He was asking her where she was between nine-thirty p.m. and midnight because that was the estimated time of death. They’d done it. They’d pushed it back by more than three hours and she was safe. She’d survived. And Ravi, and everyone she’d turned to for help, they would be OK too. Because Pip couldn’t possibly have killed Jason Bell; she’d been somewhere else entirely.
