Tanya’s at the night shelter, Georgina’s with the murder squad and Faye is interviewing at the bar of the Welcome Inn, a diet coke at her elbow.

Down a backstreet Sophia is sniffing for rats, rodent rather than tabloid.

They’re jumping in cars and jumping out again, dashing here and rushing there, scribbling in their notepads, asking questions and taking snaps, then hurtling back with a desperate desire to shout, ‘Hold the front page!’.