It is safe to say that I watched this miniseries, and indeed stayed with it, because I really like James Nesbitt. In this story at first he sticks pretty close to the path of many TV police inspectors. He is obsessed by his job to the exclusion of family and friends, and he bends rules at the drop of a fedora. But in this case, the dead body he is sent to check on in the morgue turns out to be his estranged daughter. Ouch. Because he was the world’s worst father, the trauma of her apparent suicide and losing the opportunity of ever reconciling with her causes him to go off the rails…