The mere mention of the bomb makes her jaw clench.

"I was driving Molly to school." A dry laugh rises and is choked back down. She can tell him this. It's only fair that he know. "She was reading Sam's file, I remember that clearly. Told her to put the classified document back in the file. That's when the call came in. Someone was holding a busker hostage in front of the Tate. It was Layton." As she remembers, her voice falters. "Mols didn't listen. She didn't stay in the car. Layton got his hands on her. He pressed the barrel of his gun to my little girl's head."