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What if that was a mix up with Sonia.

What if it was just own house?

Then this woman's gotta be the real target.

I can't think of anyone who hates me

bad enough to want me dead, so.

I would like to offer a reward.

See if we can flush out anymore leads.

That murder in Greensborough, you know anything about it?

My son's do not kill women.

Job's back on.

So if you can't stop him, she's dead in two days.

Stop who?

Two months ago, Allan Carter was defaulting on his mortgage.

Then all of a sudden, he clears the slate.

That's so organised crime.

If we want Allan Carter to roll on the guy that cleared his debt,

we need to charge him with...

Attempted murder.

But I can't risk that, unless we disable the gun.

Just break it or take it, one of the two.

(GUN FIRES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIREN WAILS)

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTS)

It's OK.

Tiffany, put the gun down.

Stop, Tiffany.

Stop!

Put the gun down.

Tiffany, stop!

Put the gun down now.

Tiffany, put the gun down!

Tiffany, put the gun down!

Stop! (POLICE SIREN BLARES)

(THEME MUSIC)

(POLICE SIREN BLARES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

I'll get a crew out to look for her now.

Yeah, thanks.

Forensics here in five.

Can you give this to Rose?

And can you bag up Tiffany's phone but bring it back to HQ with you?

Sure thing.

Is he OK?

He needs surgery.

Has he got anything to say from himself?

Not a single word.

Hi, Allan.

My name is Detective O'Rouke.

We're arresting you for attempted murder.

What?

No, it wasn't my fault.

Yeah. Which bit, Allan?

This here today or the murder of Sonia Matthews?

Just take him.

Gabe, can you make sure he's kept on guard all times?

OK, I'll have some uniform follow him to the hospital.

Good.

We're not gonna be able to question him for a while.

OK, so, maybe we introduce him to someone

who understands his predicament.

Keep him company while he waits for surgery.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Seems like someone's had a big day.

You heard.

I reckon half the city's now heard, Hols.

OK, well,

it didn't quite go as planned by I finally got my shooter in custody.

Great.

And the weapon he used to kill Sonia.

Except he's injured, so I can't press him too hard at the moment.

He's gonna be in a hospital bed for a day or two.

At least be great if I could get someone in there to work on him

while he's still fresh.

Maybe see if he wants to talk about who he's working for.

Hospital, hey?

It's a secure ward. It's under guard.

And you reckon you can get me in there without blowing my cover?

Already underway.

I've organised a brief for you to read before you go in.

Outlines who he is. Information that I need.

Sure could use a lie down.

Great.

That makes it official, though.

You're my new handler.

Oh, finally.

See, dreams do come true. (LAUGHS)

I'm gonna send the information to you now.

Yeah.

The thing is, I need you to be ready like immediately.

Yeah, yeah. Point me anywhere.

OK. And I'll organise a lift for you from here.

You are all good though, otherwise?

I mean, you know,

apart from witnessing a daylight shooting and stuff.

Yeah. My dad, he is not coping with retirement very well.

My kid keeps talking about all this dark stuff, which is kind of cute,

but it's pretty worrying.

My husband just...

You go and get your woman and I'll look after this guy.

Thanks. Yeah.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna need you to, uh, look after my cat when I'm gone.

He likes a little bit of scrambled eggs on his kibble.

Hear yourself?

(CHUCKLES) Alright, see ya.

(ENGINE STARTS)

So, is there any way for you to give me some snacks?

What do you reckon, bro? Shut up and get in the bed.

Oh, OK.

It was lovely to meet you too.

Ah! Assholes.

Hey, I am Ghost.

Alan.

Alan! Alan! (CHUCKLES)

I like it.

Very understated.

(GRUNTS) Shit, eh?

What a day.

What a day.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Where is she? It was self-defence.

So you have spoken to her.

How come you guys were right there anyway?

Following Intel.

We warned you there was a chance you could be targeted.

So, you used my wife as bait.

Two days ago, your wife insisted

there was no reason anyone would be trying to kill her.

Today, she's out there firing a weapon in broad daylight.

What was I supposed to do?

You can talk to us. Tell us what's going on.

Not turn your wife into a vigilante.

Hey, it's my gun. It's registered.

Two things to take in right now.

Whoever wants your wife dead isn't giving up.

So, while she's out there on her own, she is in danger.

Two, Sonia Matthews died in Tiffany's place.

If we can prove that you impeded the investigation

into the actual murder,

we will charge you both

with perverting the course of justice.

We are the victims in all of this.

No, your wife is a fugitive.

I've issued a warrant for her arrest.

I have a whole tactical operations team on the job.

So, if you care about her safety,

you will bring her into headquarters without delay.

(ON TV) No, we've not being flatfooted in our response.

Thank you.

Was this another execution style shooting?

And that is speculation.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's all this?

Kirsten sent them in.

She's approved the million-dollar reward

for any information on Sonia's murder.

Phones haven't stopped ringing.

Now we're talking.

Any word on Tiffany?

Nothing. But we've got taps on all their phones, eyes on the house.

OK. Put a tail on Vince.

Check every vehicle that leaves his depot.

She could be in the back of a truck.

Alright team, let's move it.

I'm sorry. No further questions at this time.

Thank you for watching, everyone.

Listen, thank you so much for the extra crew and the reward.

Well, you can thank the commissioner for that.

He's taking a personal interest in the case.

God, he's changed his tune.

Yeah, well, he asked to see me

when news of his second daylight shooting broke.

And in an effort to explain our lack of progress,

I reminded him that you'd asked for extra resources

and a reward weeks ago that he'd denied them.

Right.

Of course, the commissioner refused to accept that it was his decision.

Said that I'd neglected to make the level of criminality

clear to him in the first place.

What, he's blaming you?

Dylan's team's been seconded to you for as long as you need them.

You are head of your own task force, Holly.

OK.

Uh, then I better put on your radar

that Gavin Butterfield's name is being brought up again.

What?

Yeah, he was moonlighting as a driver for the trucking company

owned by the real target of the hit, Tiffany Minari.

Right.

And he sorted out a few of their problems along the way.

OK. Have you mentioned this to Dylan?

No.

Why not?

Because my undercover is checking for a connection to our case

and Dylan's evidence is all rock solid.

Right.

So, you're concerned that you'll be undermining Dylan's case?

I need to be absolutely sure

you're looking at this through clear eyes, Holly.

I am.

All our evidence points to an unknown mister big type figure

that's got it in for Tiffany.

OK, well, we've got all the resources you need now.

So find out who this is.

Wrap it up.

Listen, I, um...

I know that you're taking some heat for me

and I want you to know that I appreciate that.

Sure.

Just don't make me regret it.

OK.

Gotta be 50 grand in this at least.

Huh?

Oh, cops busted me arm when they arrested me.

Yeah, I got a big payday coming.

(LAUGHS)

What'd they do to you? Looks pretty nasty.

Oh, no.

Police didn't do this.

That's a shame.

First time in custody, eh?

Yeah. Don't worry you're safe in here.

It's not until they start moving you around the system.

That's when you need to worry.

Yeah?

Yeah.

It's when you get a few eyes on you, you know.

All your inmates will start sizing you up.

See what you're good for.

I've got nothing left to give.

You Married? You got kids? What's the story?

Valentina's three. Mitch is two.

OK.

Yeah, you'd be surprised what you can come up with.

Especially when some fag threatens to uh, drop in and visit 'em

when you're still in the clink, you know?

Alright. You're not helping, mate.

Just saying, you might want to, uh, you might wanna drop

that 'poor me' attitude.

I've already lost half my fucking hand.

Oh, it could be worse.

Oh, you reckon?

Oh, guess that depends, doesn't it?

What'd the cops pull you in for?

Must have been something special.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have left you in here with me, would they?

(LAUGHS)

Why? What'd you do?

I didn't do anything.

It's been a lot of allegations thrown about.

Only about being a gun for hire.

Actually...

pretty good timing really.

Apparently, there's some clown in custody at the moment

who's been stepping on my toes.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. He's been making a real mess of things.

Hitting the wrong target, shooting a woman.

Actually, I can't wait to meet this useless prick.

(TENSE MUSIC)

She kept running, uh, back out onto Leicester Road

and then she just disappears into Croxley Park.

I'm struggling to see where she went after that.

Well, she doesn't have a purse or a phone,

so she'd have to ask for help to make a call or get a lift.

Unless they already had a plan.

Some sort of prearranged meeting place

for when shit hits the fan.

Yeah. Have a look into what they do in their downtime.

Might give us insight to where she go.

(PHONE RINGS)

No, I swear I wasn't trying to move in on you, Ghost.

This isn't even what I do.

Yeah, well clearly.

How'd you even get the gig anyway?

I-I've got money problems. Alright?

Well, we've all got those, Allan.

See that doesn't give you the right to come in and take away

my livelihood, does it?

No. Look, the banks shut down me business.

OK. Me house is on the line.

Me brother doesn't know it yet,

but so is his 'cause of all the loans he's signed off on.

I-I figured I just put one big down payment on all the loans

and buy myself another month,

you know, get the business back on track.

This was just a once off, Ghost, I swear.

Was it?

What was your fee?

180? 200? What?

50 grand. (LAUGHS)

50 grand.

Oh, man.

I wouldn't even take a meeting for under 150.

Man, I'd be charging 200 for that kind of bullshit.

You ever even fired a handgun before?

Done some hunting.

Oh, you've done some hunting?

Only rifles.

I may have exaggerated my skills a bit.

Yeah, well,

I guess you can always renegotiate the terms of your agreement.

(CHUCKLES) I don't think that's gonna happen.

Well, if they want you to keep your mouth shut,

they need to up your fee.

I just want 'em to leave my family alone.

I could be your agent.

(LAUGHS)

No, no. Seriously.

Who-who are you dealing with? I-I might know him.

Oh, Jesus.

Don't tell me it was that cop that got exploded.

I don't know anything about any cop.

Are you sure, mate?

'Cause if word gets around...

No, seriously, there's... Dunno anything about any cops.

Wait, killing a woman is one thing.

It is a whole other shit storm

if you are working with the pigs, clean or dirty.

No. (GRUNTS) No.

Like, look, I know...

there is no cop involved.

Alright?

Alright. No.

If you say so.

Yeah, I say so.

Alright.

I'm sure she's, uh, on her way.

Hi. Sorry.

Mrs O'Rourke, please take a seat.

Yeah.

Are you alright?

As I was saying, Alice and Emily appeared to have had a disagreement

which turned physical.

I was trying to help her.

Emily's lip was left bloody.

I was just trying to talk to her.

Alice, don't interrupt, please.

I'm sorry. Can I, um...

I'd just like to hear my daughter's version of events.

So would I.

It's alright, sweetheart. Take your time.

I was telling Emily she should just admit

it was her doing that stuff in the gym.

We all know anyway.

OK. Uh, continue what you're saying.

She pushed me really hard and I fell,

so I did what I had to do.

OK?

Thank you for being honest.

Alice, do you wanna wait outside in the yard for us, please?

Um, Julia, things have been a little, uh...

unstable at home lately.

Holly and I have separated.

Oh.

Goodness.

I am sorry.

And that explains a lot.

And look, let me say we're not unfamiliar with family separations,

but I'm sure you'll agree it's not an excuse.

Can you please have a word with your father

about those gory fairy tales he tells her about his work?

It's getting outta hand.

I know. I agree. I will have a word with him.

And you are right.

She's worried about us. She's worried about what's happening.

So, um, Mickey gave me the number of a marriage counsellor.

It's a bit late for that, isn't it?

Luke, please don't say that.

I just... I think that if we see someone outside of this,

they might be able to help us.

Holly, please. That's not us.

Besides, you've made your decision and I've made mine.

I want a divorce.

OK.

Well...

this isn't really the place to discuss that.

Yep.

See you, kiddo.

Look after your mum for me.

Huh? Can I call you later?

Anytime.

And, uh, we'll go to the beach on Saturday. Alright?

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SCREAMS)

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help him!...

Oh, shit.

(SIREN WAILS)

(WHISPERS)

I finally got my nose job.

What do you reckon?

Pretty handsome busted, eh?

(COUGHS)

Guard left his post for a moment.

The attacker got away from him, but uniforms are on it.

Ah, just leave it.

I got outta there with me cover intact. That's all that matters.

Yeah, well, I'm starting to think

the cover means more to you than your life.

Look, these people know what they're doing

if they can get into a secure hospital ward.

They're after him, not me.

Yeah, they're trying to shut him up.

Your friend Allan, he's scared shitless.

He's about to lose it all.

He's family's getting threatened.

No, you don't commit murder to get yourself outta trouble.

Yeah, you wouldn't.

Did you get anything useful from him?

I put, um...

butterfield snowman out there, but he didn't take to that at all.

OK.

But he gave me a name and we know her.

She gave us Ricky the gun trader.

Camille Bernie.

He said she handled the payment for the job.

Oh, well, come on in then.

Do I look as though I've got 50 grand to spare?

I live on a pension.

Tell us about Allan.

Alan who?

The guy you paid 50 grand to.

(SCOFFS)

I didn't pay any money to anybody.

Excuse me.

There you go, Wilson. (DOG WHINES)

Pet cam?

Yep. Lets me keep an eye on the old thing when I'm not here.

I was looking at one of those for Raquel.

Raquel.

Raquel Wench. My cavoodle.

Oh, how old?

12 weeks. Oh, cute.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. She's a nightmare, though.

Put a hole in our couch the other day.

Shit.

Here's the thing.

Allan indicated that you organised money for him

to cover a hit on a woman.

I dunno anything about that.

And I dunno any Allan.

Why would he say it then?

I don't know.

Maybe he saw me in the street and developed a little crush.

Come on Camille.

We're talking about a murder here.

Do you honestly think that I'd let you lot in here

if I was involved in a murder?

I'm not stupid.

Well, maybe you're indirectly involved

and maybe you made a payment.

You don't know what it was for.

Maybe you just forgot.

You can check my bank accounts.

Last big thing that I spent any money on the last six months

was a new motor for that thing.

She is right.

Only large payment out of her bank accounts in the last few months

is $1,500 for a fit and replace on the scooter motor.

But we checked with immigration

and they have a record of her flying from Melbourne to Bangkok

onto Ko Samui three months ago.

Stayed in a five-star resort.

That'd been nice.

Very. 600 bucks a night.

How long was she there? A month.

Hotel says she paid for everything in cash.

So, she has a second source of income.

Just trying to work out where it comes from.

What about our fugitive and her hubby?

The tail followed Vince home from the depot last night.

He stayed in from about 7pm.

Still no sign of Tiff.

Right.

So, your wife doesn't come home

after being shot out by a paid hitman,

you're just hanging out watching telly.

(CAR HONKS)

Hey, Gabe.

How are you finding it here at homicide?

Uh, great.

I mean, I love it.

What do you guys think?

I'm-I'm I doing OK?

Well...

You're a natural.

Shall we make it permanent?

Can we? Yes, we can.

I'll forward you the paperwork.

There's a few things to sign yet, but welcome aboard.

Thank you. (LAUGHS)

Congratulations.

Congrats.

Thanks.

(VIA VIDEO CALL) Um, so how's it going?

We've, um, got the guy in custody.

Wow.

Major.

Yeah.

Aren't you happy?

You guys have been after him for ages.

We still don't know what it's about, though.

And, um...

the real target has done a run around.

So, I might be here for a while.

(LAUGHS)

What?

Nothing. Um, it's just you sound like a real detective now.

I'm a real detective.

Well, I mean, not officially.

I know.

I love it.

Uh, hey, I-I need to get back to it.

Yeah, no.

So this is just like a-a casual barbecue in a way.

Um, can you maybe bring flowers just like my mum?

Cool. Alright, bye. Bye.

Hello. Phillip May Leisure Cruises.

So, I had a look at all the photos on Tiffany's phone.

Yep.

They went on one of those booze cruises about six months ago.

It's literally my worst nightmare.

Yeah. Well, long story short, one of their mates owns the boat.

I don't think you'd get far on one of those.

No, you wouldn't.

But the guy also has a luxury yacht

that he leases out for 100,000 a week.

And apparently, it's just sitting at the berth at the moment.

Right. In the middle of summer.

This is it here.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYS)

(WHISPERS) Jarred.

Hey, Tiff.

OK, can you sit down please, Tiffany.

I'm gonna divorce that bastard.

OK, we can talk about that.

Can you please sit down, Tiffany?

Why would someone want to kill Tiffany?

OK, well here's the thing.

We had a container go missing.

Do you mean stolen?

He lost it.

You mean your husband Vince did.

And what was in it?

Dunno.

Vince manages the trucks. I look after my son.

Did you call the police?

Tiff was worried about what it did to our reputation,

so we didn't report it.

But you're suggesting that this particular container

is behind the murder of one woman

and a second attempt on your own life?

You didn't think to ask what was in it.

The invoice said furniture, but I didn't see inside.

Someone must have checked.

Unless you can tell us who it belongs to

and where it is exactly...

I told you I don't know.

...or what is in it.

(VIA CAMERA) Paperwork was misplaced.

Lost container, lost tracker, lost paperwork.

Running a tight business, are we, Vince?

So if you just concocted this story

with your husband to get us off your back?

Are you kidding me?

I nearly got shot.

Yeah. And then you hopped on a boat and had a glass of champagne.

Truthfully, Tiffs a hot head at times.

So this container thing might just be a coincidence.

Sounds like you're hedging your bets now, Vince.

Why would I do that?

Maybe you want us to investigate the container

without having to say too much.

You realise you're being charged, Tiffany.

You are gonna face jail term.

This is bullshit.

Put the chair down! You nearly got me killed!

I'm going to sue the lot of you.

OK, we need to locate that container.

Is there anything in the phone records

that mentions one

or anything that refers to moving cargo around?

Not specifically, but there's a text on Tiffany's phone

from someone called Snowy.

Sent just after the shooting.

"Son still got it. Can return."

Yeah. Here's the thing. So I called Snowy.

He's their mechanic but they didn't lose it.

What?

Yeah, he said Vince gave it to him.

It was his mechanic's birthday.

Told him to pick any container off the yard and take it home.

Why?

Well, apparently, it's a painters and dockers tradition.

He wouldn't say what was in it either.

But do they still have the container?

Yes.

Son rents a property in Diggers Rest.

(POLICE SIREN BLARES)

Gabe, with me.

Alright, you guys head around the back.

...Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Police.

BOTH: Don't move!

Hands up. Stay where you are.

Where's the container?

Where's the container?

Down the back.

Can someone get me some bolt cutters?

OK. Open it.

It's just a car?

That's a Walkinshaw.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Yeah, I'll have someone on standby. Thanks.

(DOG BARKS)

Property are on their way to take it into evidence.

There's nothing in it. It's just literally a car.

Could everyone stop saying that?

Fine. Bogan mobile.

It's a collector's item.

OK. There-there-were only 750 of them released in 1988.

The last one on the market sold about three years ago for $340,000

and it had 100,000km on it.

This is pristine.

There's only 15Ks on the clock.

But it's just a Holden Commodore.

It's worth half a million to the right buyer at least.

It's basically a bogan Lamborghini.

OK.

And how'd you go? Did you find anything else?

Uh, we checked the sheds and the garage.

The only illicit item on the property is a bag of weed.

And the crew in there, did they say anything?

Well, they asked us if we could do a Maccas run for them

and pick up some ciggies while we're at it.

So, last registered in Brisbane two years ago.

I spoke to the guy who owned it.

He said he hit financial trouble,

so sold it onto a car broker

who then went out of business soon after.

I managed to track the broker down too.

But he claims that he never owned the vehicle.

Hates Holden's. Wouldn't be seen dead, blah, blah.

But what are you saying? We can't find a current owner anywhere.

Cars of this value and vintage,

they sit in sheds for years.

And if you did own one,

I mean, you'd probably want to keep it under wraps.

In case some bogan tries to pinch it.

OK. Maybe it's payment for something. Part of a deal?

Or someone just really wants a Walkinshaw.

I refuse to believe

that someone's paid that drip Allan to murder a woman

and nearly kill another because, what?

Some idiot is pissed off about a missing car?

Hi, Dylan.

Oh, hey.

Yeah. Is that... How are my people doing?

Yep. They're great.

Thank you for the loan. It's alright.

Hey, um, we've uncovered an unregistered car.

It's a 1988 Group A SS.

That's a Walkinshaw. Nice.

Yeah.

Uh, can you point me to any cases

that might involve using vehicles as payment?

Or you know someone who might be into that kind of thing?

Well, most of the young guns like their Lambos,

and the older blokes are into their M3s, so...

Uh, what about collectors?

Um, yeah, yeah.

There was... there was a bloke arrested in May...

Oh yeah.

...with 27 cars stored in some specially outfitted garage.

Yeah. And what did he get charged for?

Uh, trafficking. It's this huge operation.

He'd transform this old firehouse into a meth lab.

Was insane.

Where was this?

Uh, Massachusetts, I think.

(LAUGHS)

Is that what you do in your downtime?

You're just looking up international crime.

I need some sort of distraction.

Um...

yeah...

also, been looking at houses...

Uh.

And I... It might sound very romantic,

Hols, but we do need a strategy.

Especially now you've got the commissioner's eyes on you.

Let's just give it a shot.

If I were you, I'd make a public announcement...

about the car.

Oh. About the car.

Because the blokes I deal with like to outdo each other.

So the idea of one of them getting their hands on a car

that's not meant for them may be meant for one of their competitors,

that-that would be appealing.

Thanks. Yeah.

Just don't mention this part of a murder investigation

or they won't come near.

Yeah. Thanks for that suggestion.

Ah.

What?

Have you taken it for a spin yet, Detective Gabe?

No. No. I wish.

Is this vehicle linked to a particular crime

currently under investigation?

Uh...

It was found hidden on a property about 40 minutes out of town.

Is that a no?

We are asking for the owner or anyone who believes that they...

Yesterday, a reward of $1 million was offered

for information to the murder of Sonia Matthews

after a second woman was attacked.

Yes, that's-that's right. Is this car related to that case?

Is there a new gangland war unfolding

on the streets of Melbourne using women as targets?

Look, uh, what I can say...

Tell you what...

you sit behind the wheel

and I'll make your car the lead story

in tonight's bulletin.

No, you can go.

You go first.

And she got you good.

Huh?

..., the journo.

I didn't say anything about the car

being involved in the murder investigation.

Still not a good look.

Holly literally just made you a permanent member of our team.

First thing you do is go get your head on TV.

OK, fine.

Is there anything else you're annoyed about?

No, I'm not annoyed.

Is it because you didn't get to come to the raid?

Hey, look, I get it. I was stuck behind the desk for a while too.

For the shortest amount of time in the history of all the detectives.

But it's just because you're really good at intel

that it gets left to you.

That's condescending.

Maybe.

It's also true.

But why does being good at something limit my opportunities?

Maybe I should speak to Holly.

Yeah.

Get in there.

Says he's never had to ask for anything.

And do you think they'll actually run that footage?

(ON TV) If anyone at home recognises the vehicle

or has any information about its whereabouts in the past few months,

please call Crime Stoppers.

This is a super impressive power...

Have you heard the latest?

Yeah. Just watching the young bloke on the news.

It's gonna cost him a slab or two.

No, that's not what I'm talking about.

Alice headbutted Emily Watkins.

She was being bullied.

She needs to stand up for herself.

So what, you taught her how to headbutt someone?

Yeah.

Look...

I've spent my entire life surrounded by tough, relentless people.

And it's made me realise I don't want that

and I don't want that for Alice.

So, maybe we can try...

I don't know.

Let's try a bit of tenderness...

'cause I do want her to know what that feels like.

I want her to know what it's like to let people in, Dad.

Let them feel your heart.

That's exactly how you got into that mess with Dylan.

Yeah, maybe.

And all this talk about tenderness.

Do you know how much you hurt Luke?

Oh, you'll be pleased to know that he's mentioned divorce.

Why would I be pleased about that?

Because you seem to be taking his side.

It's rubbish. It's just rubbish.

Is that what you want?

Have you tried apologising?

How does that sound, dad?

How do I do that?

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Mum.

Hey, what are you doing up here?

You should be downstairs in bed.

I have a question.

Yeah.

Are you ready for a really big bedtime cuddle?

(LAUGHTER)

(PHONE RINGS)

Jarred.

12 claims on the car already.

Really?

Now, one in particular might interest you.

OK, go on.

A Perth charity reached out,

said the car was bought anonymously at a silent auction

for a large sum of money.

The cash was directly donated to a war veteran's fund.

Does it connect back to anyone on our radar?

The 500,000 was transferred

from a betting account at St Almond's Pokey Palace.

That's where Keith's mates are. Yep.

And when we accessed the account,

there was also a transfer of 50 grand

around the time of Sonia's murder.

So, she paid for the car and the hit.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Camille, it's the police.

Camille.

Camille.

Holly.