"Oh, Stella." Peggy's not sure that she has other words for this, but she can feel the way the rage simmers just under the surface and if Peggy were in a room with that man, knowing this, she might have tapped into some of Thompson's aggression with their suspects if given the opportunity to make things right.

And yet, here they are. She's helpless to do anything other than sympathise and be so relieved to have Stella back with her. "I only wish that I could do more for you," she admits, reaching out to gently touch the barest press of fingertips against Stella's cheek, as softly as she can, almost like she's testing that she's still here and still fine.

"What happened to him?" she asks, because she has to believe in her heart that justice was served.