Four days after the accident, Paul arrived at McGregor’s two-bed terraced house, along with the paper’s staff photographer. McGregor made tea while the photographer set up his gear and Paul took the opportunity to nose around the living room. He didn’t open drawers—he wasn’t quite that shameless—but he checked out the pictures on the wall. He’d already done his research and recognized McGregor’s parents—both living, still together—and his older sister. Recent pictures showed the sister with her husband and small children. Happy families. There were plenty of other pictures. One made him look closer.
He recognized the location. He hadn’t been there on the same day as McGregor, though. Last year’s Manchester Pride. A smiling McGregor in his uniform, with a bunch of other NHS staff. The grou
