The dimly lit steakhouse was set up with flickering candles and soft classical music. Chattering conversation surrounded Detective Alec Hardy as he sat in awkward silence across a small circular table from his teenage daughter, Daisy, who was picking at her dinner, her eyes trained on the table in front of her. It was a special occasion of no occasion—he had decided that there was no better time than then to take her out for a proper dinner, just the two of them, but he was slowly beginning to regret that decision.