First, an apparently certain case. Now, a death that refuses to fit the calendar.

Her husband was three hundred miles away, with the receipts to prove it.

A life does not belong to the person who tells its story loudest.

When did Eleanor Cawley die? The calendar and the evidence seem to disagree.

The house is warm. The carpets are immaculate. The duvet has been carefully arranged.

Eleanor Cawley vanished a year ago. Now her cleaner has found her body at home.