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Thank you.

up, mate.

Get my kit out of here, Ben. Yeah.

Here, lad.

Can you do this? Eh?

Nice.

Hand turned.

Good job.

Good job, mate.

We found a panel, weren't we? Yeah.

Hand carved, it was.

We're on for a flutter this afternoon.

Our fancy bound for pleasure in the 215 at Plumpton.

Where's Plumpton?

Oh, it's down in East Sussex.

And I've got a good tip for a runner at first.

Where's first?

Yorkshire.

Need a nag dribbling a ball to get him interested.

What's that you've dug up?

Like a dead cat.

That's not a cat.

That's an oldie.

Take it over then, if you will.

Female skeleton seems intact.

Evidence of substance such as lime are placed by.

They have a red leather shoe.

Gold trim.

Same back.

In reasonable condition removed from the left foot.

Buckle intact.

Heel attached.

Removing it at size.

The issue is on the right.

It's got a good condition.

Remains of hair attached.

Good afternoon,

everybody.

How do you run this?

Yeah, moved from Cobham. Applied to the crime directorate and got SCG.

Spare us a CV.

You remember Dave Satchel?

Hiya, mate. Hi, Doug. Hi, Lorna. Hello, everybody.

OK, the Home Office pathologist has found some form of garden lime sprinkled

over the remains.

Now, that could be a crude attempt to destroy the evidence, which is why we're

all gathered here.

And a little warning.

This is going to be a very long and very laborious investigation, so in case any

of you bright sparks are thinking of jumping ship, you can think again,

if I'm on it, you're all on it.

OK, the skeleton is currently being assembled at the mortuary.

She is female, dark brown hair, it's dyed red, and she's pretty well

The rest of the evidence in the form of material and the victim's shoes are

being analysed at the lab. Now, our first priority, and I'm afraid it's

Doug, is to get a complete history of that house.

And all previous occupants have to be traced. Good luck.

Two important questions.

Who is the skeleton?

How long has she been buried?

What does our investigating officer have to say for himself?

Well, firstly, we need to make preliminary assessments.

Study theme forensics.

Begin a witness search.

Victim inquiries.

Identify suspects and see if we can figure out any possible motives.

You have been reading the manual, Batchley.

Well, as you're so sharp, I'll put you in charge of the crime scene.

Another priority is to determine when the patio was laid.

Judging by old photographs and what the builders have told us, the domes weren't

disturbed until the diggers moved in, so we can reasonably assume that the body

was buried before the patio was laid.

Uh -huh.

Okay, that's all. Thank you. I will see you in the morning. You going home?

That's all right with you.

Yeah.

I give Pat my regards.

How is she?

Why? No reason.

Just... Haven't seen her for a while. Wondered how she was, that's all.

Yeah.

She's fine.

Good to see you again. You still playing rugby for the Met? Yeah, yeah. Getting

a team together. There's a tournament later on. Sorry.

I'll catch you later.

Yeah, see you.

That went well.

I tell you, I'm getting all the dross thrown my way.

You've no idea how long the skeleton's been, yeah?

Could be 100 years old for all we know.

Except not many Victorians wore slingbacks.

There's more pasta if you want to.

Right. Unless there's any more of that apple thing you left.

Oh, yeah, in the pies, yeah, there's some in the fridge.

Yeah, and you'll never get what.

Batchley's on it, too.

He's been moved from Cobham.

Just my luck.

Hey, custard.

Listen, can you reheat this? I hate it cold.

Yeah, of course you can.

So Jeff's on it, is he?

Yeah, as I said, I'm getting all the draw.

Oh, well done, well done. You always have to get in a dig about him, don't

He's the one that's going to be digging.

I'll put him in charge of the site. Mike, what are you doing?

Well, heating up the custard.

Why don't you put the pie in the bowl, pour the custard on top, and then just

put the whole lot in the microwave?

Yeah, right.

Microwave. Okay.

Read deep.

What do you think, Rick? In five minutes?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You're all right, all right. I'll leave the technology to you.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm just going around in circles over the wording of this lecture.

It sounds riveting.

Rather you than me.

Don't keep knocking it, Mike.

Some of the stuff I'm working on is going to make quite a big difference to

Hey, I'm not saying they won't, but you can't tell me you get as much of a buzz

from this as you did from getting criminals off the street.

Of course I don't.

Doesn't mean it's not important.

When are you doing this lecture thingy?

Tomorrow. I'm off up to Manchester.

What, tomorrow?

Yeah, for the conference.

Do you never listen to what I say?

Never mind, never mind. I'm going to go and finish packing.

Morning, you lot. Cracked it yet?

It's going to be a pain in the neck.

The house has been a squat for the past five years, DSS before that, and way

before that, a bed and breakfast.

Oh, shit, there's going to be a list of residents as long as my bloody arm.

Tracing traffic through the place from the time it was DSS alone is going to

take weeks. We've got weeks.

Gov.

Walker. Yeah, it's Dave.

I'm at the mortuary. They're piecing together the skeleton.

Do you want to come and have a look?

So, when do you get back?

Day after tomorrow.

Well, rather you than me.

I do wish people had stopped saying that.

Sorry, I only meant I would never have the nerve to stand up and give a lecture

in front of all those people.

Pat, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I've just not been sleeping brilliantly, but I'm fine.

Sounds familiar.

I felt the same after my miscarriage.

Have you tried St John's wort?

What? Wort what?

St John's wort, it's a herbal remedy.

Makes you feel more positive.

Can it really help me?

Well, no offense, I'm not really into all that homeopathic stuff. Vodka and

tonic does the trick for me, anyway.

Thanks for the lift. Anytime.

Pat!

Yeah? Look, I know you don't like people fussing, but you look after yourself,

all right? Yeah, I will. Stop fussing.

She's female, five foot eight.

How long has she been dead?

Who knows?

But she's got quite a good set of teeth.

At this stage, I can't tell you whether there are any bones missing or broken.

So far, we don't know whether we've got all the skeleton.

But we have been able to estimate her age.

She's young.

Somewhere between 16 and 19.

Can you give me an idea of the year she died?

Well, we should be able to get a broad idea, but nothing concrete.

Except for the piece she was found under.

Interesting thing.

Ten Rillington Place murders.

The time that one of the victims had been buried was determined by the length

tree root which was found to be growing through her vertebral bodies.

Fascinating.

My guess is she's been there for over a decade.

What?

Oh, shit.

I knew this job was going to be a...

This could have been a skirt or a dress, anything really. It's just fragments.

But thankfully, it's a synthetic, which should help us with the date.

And it's a rather unusual pattern.

So one of our contacts at the dye houses might remember it.

These are the shoes.

Apparently, one was still on her left foot. The second was close by.

Size six.

39 if you want to be continental.

But it is the scene of the crime itself that has to be addressed with greater

care if we're really going to reap the sort of rewards that DNA profiling could

offer us.

Rather than targeting the obvious, the bloodstain, the discarded cigarette and

whatever, we've got to think our way just a little more laterally around the

crime scene.

Study the witness statement.

Perhaps the perpetrator could attach some of the less obvious items on the

scene, and these too should be tested for DNA, so that if the first round of

tests on the obvious sources fail, a second round can be undertaken.

Oh, and never worry that the surface that you're testing might be unreceptive

DNA.

Believe it or not, they've obtained results from a maggot before now.

Patio stones were only made between 1979 and 1984, so it was probably late

during that time.

Have we pasted the honours for this place around that time?

No. I know it was owned by a Mr. and Mrs. Philip Norton, but we haven't

them yet.

Yes, sir.

You fancy coming over for a bite to eat tonight?

Yeah. I think there's having a go at Creole chicken.

No, I'll give it a miss if you don't mind, sir. Come on. That could give me a

run for a week.

Coburn. How goes it?

Still searching the area around where she was buried.

We haven't found anything else yet.

Yeah, I don't suppose she was found on a newspaper with a date intact.

We're not.

You are taking up the rest of the patio?

Of course.

It's going to take longer than we thought.

We've got a steel pipe burst. We're up to our eyes in shit.

So I see.

Yes.

Could these techniques you've mentioned also be used to aid victim

identification?

Yeah, yeah.

If forensic science service records contain a profile of the victim, there'd

no reason at all why not.

In fact, I've been led to believe that genetic e -fitting could be the future

witness identification.

That would be brilliant.

Excuse me, Inspector North.

Yes. I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your lecture.

Oh, good. Great. Thank you very much.

I'm a specialist in craniofacial identification.

The guy who builds clay heads. Angus Taylor?

Yes. Yeah. Oh, very pleased to meet you. And you.

I just wanted to pick up on a point you made at the end there about witness

identification.

You suggested that once genetic e -fitting becomes feasible, techniques

I have been employing will become obsolete.

Well, I have been led to believe that genetic e -fitting is the way forward,

yeah. Yes, but...

We're already combining the new approach with my more traditional methods and

getting some great results.

We sent an illustration of the tartan to retail manufacturers who were

operational in the late 70s and early 80s. And?

The catalog company gave us a swatch from a dress they made, which we tested

against the blue dye, and it's definitely the same one.

Oh, catalog company. They must have made thousands.

Actually, no. Surprisingly, only 500 dresses were made using that particular

dye. When was it produced?

August 1981.

Which means you can chop this timeline off.

They've back -copied all their catalogues, and we've been able to get

the dress.

Hey, good work, Laura.

Lisa. Lisa West.

West? Oh, that's an unfortunate name, given the nature of this case.

It's that dress.

What about the shoes? Any joy? The manufacturer, Fletcher Smith Shoes, went

of business years ago, but unfortunately they had outlets all over England and

sold thousands of the same style shoe.

They were manufactured in 1980 before our drift, so it doesn't help us narrow

down our dates.

OK. What have you got to touch?

Well, I managed to trace the Nortons who run the B &B at number 34.

They're now on a retirement home in Kingston.

Hey, we're going to have this wrapped up quicker than our dog out of a truck.

Listen, let's get down there tomorrow morning. Sure. Pick them up. Your turn.

Hmm.

Governor? Yeah?

They've found another one.

Another what?

A skeleton.

Here, Cobble.

What's that on the head?

Some kind of hairband.

Have a look at that.

What is it?

Looks like it's been wrapped around her neck.

Okay, let's get this photographed, send them off to the press.

That'll get them back on our side.

Yeah. They should get excited now they know we've got more than one body.

So first you take a cast from the skull, yeah?

Oh, yes, I, uh... I never work in the original.

And then you brought it up. Now, how did you do that?

I'll tell you what.

Let's take old Gloria here as our model.

We drill small holes in the cast at carefully measured intervals.

And then...

Pegs of various lengths are placed into these holes to indicate the soft tissue

thickness.

And you use clay to build up the face?

That's right.

And then once the basic muscle groups have developed, we can pad it out by

putting on the fatty bits, cheeks, chin, etc., before applying thin

clay layers and strips to act as the skin.

And how do you know how to build up the features of the face?

Well, the...

The shape of the face, the nose, lips, can be done pretty accurately, but the

rest, ears, hairline, etc., has been pretty much guesswork up until now.

Which is presumably where genetics will eventually come in.

Exactly. See, once they've identified which genes correspond to which physical

characteristics, then we'll be able to be much more accurate.

But until then, I'm always careful to say to police that my heads are similar

too.

But it's useful to stimulate recognition if a detective only has a bag of

decomposed remains.

How much does this cost?

About a thousand pounds.

Which, when you have a sweet F .A. to go on, isn't bad.

How long does it take?

Only a few days.

And to my mind, worth every penny.

Now, she's gone up to Manchester for some conference.

Playing with the big boys, eh?

Early playing, sir. She's given a lecture.

Oh, yeah? What on?

Oh, I don't know.

Crime scene management, pulling your resources, crap like that.

Seems to me nowadays the only way you can hang on to a case is not to pull

resources.

So, what have we got in the Nortons?

Oh, the husband, Philip, died in 1983, so it's just Mrs Norton and the

Kathleen. So they both ran a B &B at number 34 17 years ago, right?

Yep, from 1976 to 1984.

Ah, it's obviously somebody at home.

Good

evening.

I have the delivery.

It's round at the back.

No, I'm Detective Superintendent Walker. This is Detective Sergeant Satchell.

I'd like to speak to a Mrs. Norton, please.

I'm Mrs. Norton.

How can I help?

May we come in?

I'm afraid it's dinner time.

Come along anyway.

Thank you.

I'll have to go to the office. The residents are in the dining room.

Mrs Norton, we're here regarding a property you used to own at number 34

Harleton Road, Kilburn.

Harleton Road?

That takes me back.

Would you like a cup of tea?

No, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

You see, two skeletons have been uncovered in the back garden of number

Well, why never?

Two skeletons.

God rest their soul.

How terrible.

Of course, I had heard that it had gone down a lot after we left, but we haven't

lived there for years.

Mrs Norton, we need to talk to you about the patio in the back garden.

Do you recall when the patio at Hallerton Road was laid?

My husband did all the handiwork.

So your husband laid it? Yes.

Can you recall when?

I'll have to ask Kathleen.

Philip died in 1983, and I always said it was laying those heavy stones that

killed him.

So it was completed just before he died?

Yes.

Kathleen will know the exact date. Shall I get her? No, not yet.

How many rooms did you let to guests?

Five. And my husband was planning to convert the cellar. And what sort of

stayed with you?

Travelling salesmen.

We did have one or two regulars over the years.

Oh, Kathleen, these men are police officers.

This is my daughter, Kathleen.

Hello. Kathleen, they found some skeletons in the back garden at

Road. Skeletons? Yes. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions, Kathleen?

Um, no.

I'm sorry, that's dreadful.

What do you want to know?

Do you remember when the back patio was paved over?

Um, yes. It would have been around July 1983.

Yes, it was, yes. Isn't that right, Mother?

Yeah, you seem to have a very good memory.

Not really. My father died that September.

I thought it was about that time.

Yes, he hadn't been well for years, but he insisted on doing all the conversions

and the decorating himself. Mother, I don't think the police officers want to

know about that.

I only remember because that was when he started having heart trouble and...

Lifting those paving stones. What about that boy?

That boy who used to help him?

We had a guest at the time and he helped my father with a patio.

Do you remember his name?

Yes, let me think. It was Graham.

Graham Richards.

Yes, and how long did he stay with you?

I think it was about a year, wasn't it, Kathleen?

Something like that.

Why did he stay so long?

He'd had some trouble with his business, gone bankrupt. That's why he stayed

with us.

He couldn't get a proper job and he couldn't afford to get himself a house.

What else do you remember about him?

Well, he'd have been about mid -twenties. We didn't see much of him

was helping Dad.

Isn't that right, Mother?

I have to get him to dinner. Do you know where we can contact him now?

No, I'm sorry we didn't keep in touch.

Did you have many female guests staying around that time?

One or two, but like I said, it was mainly businessmen.

And did any of your guests ever bring back girlfriends?

Mother wouldn't allow it. I wouldn't allow it.

Right, who goes first?

We've just got back from the National Missing Persons Helpline. It's

heartbreaking.

So many people missing for years, yet their families never give up hope.

Cut the hearts and flowers, Doug. What have you got?

They've given us loads more information than police records could.

We've got a list of girls of the right age, height and shoe size that were

missing between 1981 and 1983, our top and bottom end dates.

We're attempting to trace their dental records so they can cross -reference

the teeth on the skeletons.

Victim two had white porcelain fillings, which were only introduced in the early

80s. Not that common over here, then, so it's likely to have them done privately

or abroad.

Her shoes were made by a French company in early 1983.

And they also have branches in England, so we're checking to see if they were

imported. Yeah, French shoes. Foreign bloody teeth. Looks like we need to get

touch with Interpol.

OK, anything on the headband?

Unfortunately, they're ten a penny, so that's not much help.

Fine. What about the leather belt? Cobble?

Belt had a distinctive silver buckle in the shape of a skeleton's hand. Quite

bizarre, really, but it should make it easily recognisable.

That belt was almost certainly used to strangle the victim. It was this much

round her neck, no more than four inches in diameter.

OK. Satch, have you alerted the DPA?

Yeah, we've given them a picture of the belt that held back the fact that it was

found round the victim's neck.

OK. Seems to me priority is to trace Graham Richards.

If he did help build the patio, he may know something. Also, we need to extend

the search area to include the cellar.

Apparently, Mr Norton was doing some work in there as well.

Yeah,

Lynn, I'm at work. I can't talk now.

Yes, I do need to talk to you because I need to see the kids this weekend. Look,

just hang on a minute, will you?

Demolition company aren't going to be too happy.

They're already chomping at the bit to get the job done. And I'm almost

certainly going to run into difficulty digging out the cellar. The house is

pretty unstable. I need to be clear it's safe before I send my team in. I'm sure

you'll sort something out.

OK, is that it, or is there anything else?

No, that's it. Right, let's call it a day, and thank you. First thing

let's get moving on all of those.

Len.

Len?

God, what a day.

Slept up and down the A3 and I'm sure it won't be the last time.

Hey, do you think we've got another one?

What, 30?

Yep, but this time with a belt around his neck.

Oh, I'm starving.

What have we got to eat?

So, how have you been today, Pat? Good.

Between 16 and 19, victim two between 18 and 21 when she died.

They were both buried between 1981 and 1983.

We're appealing to anyone who stayed at the house during the time it was a bed

and breakfast to please come forward.

We're also appealing to anyone who may have information about these murders or

who may think they know the victims to please contact the incident room on the

free phone number. All calls are strictly confidential.

We're also trying to trace the owner of this very distinctive leather belt.

Where to, mate?

Marylebone, please.

Could I have a look at your paper?

Yeah, here you go.

Hey, great coverage.

The belt's on every front page.

And Batchley's late. I'd better go by tube. I've got a meeting with the

commander. What, problems with the case?

No, he wants me to identify the skeleton as quickly as possible.

Oh, yeah.

Have you thought about building clay heads?

No, the best way to identify a skeleton is through its teeth. Besides, my budget

is overstretched as it is.

Yeah, putting a set of gnashers on the front page isn't exactly going to help

much, is it?

Doesn't matter. It's just a suggestion.

Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

Look, if Patsy eventually does arrive, tell them I'm with the boss. They can

pick me up there.

See you later.

Bye. Bye.

Can we talk, Mike?

You just missed him.

Oh, shit.

I got jammed up at Hammersmith's roundabout. The traffic was great. Yeah,

yeah, yeah. All right, all right. How are you? Long time no see.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm fine. How are you?

I was going to drop you a line, you know.

I was really sorry.

Yeah, thanks.

Do you want a coffee?

I better not. You know how he is. I'll get it in here all day. Oh, God, tell me

about it. He's in a bad mood already. Mind you, he did say to tell you...

That he'd be in with the commander.

See, I've got a minute.

The coffee's on.

Come on, what do you want? Black or white?

Black, thanks.

If he's in a bad mood already, it doesn't bode well for me.

He gets the needling whenever he can as it is.

He's got me out on that site up to my armpits in mud.

He's loving it.

He just hates the fact that you and I have went out with each other, that's

Mind you, he's a bit sloppy with me at the moment. I made a simple suggestion

about the case.

I just didn't want to know.

Penny, what would you suggest?

Oh, I don't know. I simply said that as you haven't identified either of the

victims yet, you should try building up clay heads from skulls.

You know, there's this guy based off a man, so he builds up clay heads from

skulls. That's a bit old hat, though, now, that, isn't it? No, no, not at all.

They make some major advances.

Once the head's built, you can photograph it, you can scan it into a

you can digitise it, you can colour it.

Sounds perfect for us.

Oh, I'd have thought so. Never mind.

He's always been a bit of a prickly sod.

You've got a different haircut?

Um, yeah, I suppose it's a bit different since I saw you last, yeah.

Do you?

Thanks.

It's a bit longer, that's all.

How's work?

It's OK, it's OK.

It's not exactly what I'm used to, but I'm getting there, yeah.

And what about you? How are things?

Mike certainly keeps me on my toes.

Well, actually, on my hands and knees, but... It's more interesting than

anyway.

Facial life?

Pretty good, too.

I'm feeling an air hostess.

I'm something serious. She's a nice girl.

Her travelling around the world certainly gives us breathing space.

You OK?

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

I think I must have slept funny.

You know what you need?

Good massage. Come on.

Has this guy done my gym?

Oh, yeah.

£20 for half an hour.

But he really works wonders.

He's got a couple of sporting injuries for me.

I'll give you his number. You should give him the call.

I will. I'll do that.

Oh, this is brilliant.

Oh, yeah.

Oh. Can you feel that knot?

Oh.

Morning. Morning, Governor. What have you got, Doug?

We have several possible names for victim one. All need checking out.

Julie Bowling, Fella O 'Kane, Hayley Barron, Kerry Willis, Jessica Jamieson.

missing about the right time and all about the right age and height. Good

Lisa, will you follow up on these leads?

Don't forget your catalogue.

That's it.

Morning, Dawn, okay? Morning, Gav. Okay, Satch, any news from Interpol?

Oh, yeah, they've sent back a stack of missing persons dental records similar

our golf. The forensics dentist is sifting through them, yeah?

We don't need it at the rate these phones are going.

No, this guy makes it quite head for our deprecation purposes.

He's based up in Manchester.

Oi, it's Manchester. Will you cut the rub at him? Where the hell were you this

morning? Sorry, traffic.

Yeah, what's the news from the quagmire?

Oh, well, our structural engineer's finally confirmed we can't go ahead with

house search. It's not safe.

What does that mean for us?

More expense than delays.

If you want it checked, we've got to buttress the walls and prop up the

ceilings.

It's not a much bloody choice. Look, tell him he's got a green light by the

we get a move on, will you? Right, you're up. Go.

You might want to take this call. Mr. Commander, I'm up to my arse in Parsley.

Graham Richards.

Good morning, Detective Superintendent Walker.

Mr Richards, how can I help you?

I thought I might have a picture of her somewhere, but I don't seem to.

I'd only just started working here. You know, it was a long time ago.

But I do remember her.

Her mother had just died of a drug overdose, I think.

Do you ever recall seeing Carrie in a dress like this one?

Yeah. Yes, I do.

This dress caused no end of trouble.

It was really expensive, you see, but she just had to have it.

She sent off for it from a mail -order catalogue.

Couldn't afford to pay for it, of course.

What did Kerry look like?

Oh, she was pretty attractive, really.

She had lovely long, dark hair and went and dyed it.

Typical teenager.

What colour did she dye it? Red.

Shocking red.

Is there anything else you can remember?

Not really.

What was Kerry like as a person?

She was a troublemaker, to be honest.

And a compulsive liar.

You never knew where you were with her.

And she was always running away.

She usually drifted back after a couple of days.

What was different about the last time she went missing?

Well, we... We had an idea that she had a drugs problem.

We'd found syringes in her room.

She denied all knowledge, blamed one of the other girls, of course.

I'm sorry, I can't be of more help.

No, you've been great. But Kerry definitely wore that dress.

You've got the bubble, Tim. Look, a bit of a step up from Harlot and Ruth.

Mr. Graham Richards?

Yes, hello.

Detective Superintendent Walker.

Detective Sergeant Satchell.

Come in.

Kids' toys.

My wife's on the school run, collecting them.

Come through and take a seat.

We'll get this over and done with as soon as possible, Mr. Richards.

Okay. And again.

Well, you've been through quite some ordeal, Pat.

Look, this hasn't got anything at all to do with me losing the baby, if that's

what you're trying to say.

But I feel fine.

I'm just very busy at work, and I haven't been sleeping well, and I need

sleeping pills.

All right.

But I have to say that ultimately, I don't think sleeping pills are the

We have a counsellor I can refer you to.

I think it would benefit you greatly if you paid her a visit.

I'm not depressed.

I don't need some bloody shrink telling me that this is all down to a tricky

childhood. Really, I don't.

Here's the card pad.

I strongly recommend it.

Sometimes it's difficult to sort your own feelings out after such an ordeal.

And depression is very, very confusing.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

Yeah.

I had one identical to that, and it definitely went missing when I was at

Hallerton Road.

A skeleton's hand doesn't seem much like your style.

Well, it isn't now, but it was then.

Back then, I was into bikes and leathers.

See?

So, why did you live so long at a B &B?

Well, before I got there, my father left me a few thousand, and I went into

business with a pal.

But it was a disaster. I'm barely up.

Rooting trade?

No, actually.

It was importing stuff from India, and that's where I got the belt.

It was the tail end of the 70s, you know, I was just a kid.

Anyway, I went bankrupt.

I lost the flat I had, in fact, I lost everything.

That's why I went to stay at the Norton's place, and then Philip Norton

that if I helped out around the house, I could pay less rent.

What sort of work did you do for him?

It was a bit of a nightmare, actually.

One minute he'd be doing the bathroom, then he'd move to converting the dining

room into a bedroom.

Then he'd try doing the same thing with the cellar.

He was always looking for more ways to squeeze guests in. What about the patio?

Did you help with that?

Yeah.

Yeah, Philip was quite frail, so I had to do all the lifting and the carrying

the slabs.

There was a real problem because there was no back entrance to the garden and

they had to be carried through the house.

Mrs. Norton did her nut.

She was very house -proud.

The place was immaculate.

The daughter was forever cleaning.

Did Mr. Norton prepare the ground for the paving stones?

Yeah, I think so. It was all prepared before I was there.

How long did it take you to complete the patio?

A few months.

Seems like a long time to lay a few paving stones.

Yeah.

I think we got held up halfway through.

He'd not ordered enough stones or something.

Which end did you start with first?

How do you mean?

Well, the back of the house outward or the bottom of the garden back. I see.

Yeah, from the back of the house out, finishing at the end of the garden.

And you were still living at the B &B when the patio was complete?

Yeah.

Did you ever notice any disturbance in the ground at any time?

No.

Look, Mr Norton did all the preparation.

I was just there for the heavy lifting, really.

I told him, I mean, he should have had a compressor, you know, level off the

soil.

I'll tell you one thing.

That patio was about the only job Philip Norton ever completed.

What else do you remember about Mr Norton?

Well, he was very friendly.

He had a bad heart, so he said.

He liked his scotch.

Mind you, you didn't want to be around him when he'd had a few.

Why not?

Well, he had quite a temper on him.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying he was the murdering type, just he could

a bit out of hand when he was three sheets to the wind.

Did he have any affairs?

Well, he was a wily old sod.

He was always trying his luck with a lady down the pub, but I'm not sure he

ever successful.

So he never took anyone home to the house?

Not that I saw.

Mrs Norton ran a very tight ship.

What about the daughter, Kathleen?

Well, she was a bit of a lump, really.

But like I said, I mean, she did most of the work around the house for the

guests, cooking, cleaning.

They treated her like a skivvy.

And she had some screaming matches with her mother.

They were kind of odd together, you know.

Always vying for the old man's attention, and he...

Certainly knew how to set them off against each other.

Is it ready yet?

No, it's not.

We're all waiting.

It's been in the dining room for ten minutes.

They know I don't serve until 6 .30. They're so impatient.

Nothing else to look forward to.

Mother!

Please, you know I hate your hovering.

Be ready in a few minutes.

No, it's odd. He never asked where the belt was found.

Think he knew?

Obviously.

Why did he come forward?

I don't know. Probably playing a double game to deflect the vision of himself.

Maybe.

Maybe, but there's more to it than that, I'm sure.

I think he was trying to put Philip Norton in the frame.

Well, there is something definitely very odd about that family.

You know, what we've got to do is build up a better picture of what went on in

that house.

Do you fancy a Chinese?

Some of us have homes to go to.

Is everything all right between you and Pat?

Yeah, I'm just hungry, that's all.

I don't know about you, Sarge, but I didn't get any lunch.

Hi. You came.

Yeah.

What do you think? It's good, isn't it? Yeah, really good. I feel a lot more

relaxed than when I came in.

Yeah, you look more relaxed.

Well, I'll leave you to it, then. Thanks. It was a really good idea.

Well, actually, I'm all done.

Have you got time for a drink?

Well, after all the hard work I've been doing, yeah. I definitely deserve a

drink. I'll see you in a minute, OK?

Working with your other half, so I don't have to drive anyone to drink.

Try living with him.

No, thanks.

Anyway, you can't be seeing much of him at the moment, can you? No, not a lot.

Mind you, we never thought it was going to be easy.

But up to now, we've kind of made it work.

And now?

Going through a bit of a rough patch, that's all.

You OK, Pat?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Just don't be nice to me or I'm going to start blubbing.

Hey, come on. No, no, no, no. Please don't. Please don't.

I'm just feeling a bit emotional at the moment.

Sorry. You don't need to apologise.

No, I know. I know.

Don't mention this to Mike, will you?

If I would.

I feel like I'm in this.

Dark tunnel.

I can't seem to see any way out.

Oh, God, listen to me.

I'm really going to have to snap out of this.

You know what I thought I'd do?

Leave you?

No.

I was at the top of them, and I was reading through some women's magazine,

there was this questionnaire.

Is your love life going nowhere?

Has the spark gone out of your relationship? Yeah, there were the usual

suggestions. Try surprising him in sexy underwear or no underwear, whatever.

But one suggestion was... Leave him. No. One suggestion was to take up

tango lessons.

Tango lessons? Yeah. Apparently the tango is the dance of love, desire and

passion. Can you imagine what Mike would say if I told him?

What? Tango lessons?

Tongue lessons?

Have you been drinking?

According to dental records, victim number one is definitely Kerry Wallace.

And our care worker was probably right about the drugs.

The latest pathologist's report says there was periodontal disease present in

her teeth.

Apparently this indicates someone who neglects their mouth and is very common

heroin addicts.

He suggested she got the disease in her late teens.

Oh, God, she'd been dead nearly 20 years. What about the residents at 34?

know if any of them were drug addicts?

I don't know about drugs, but one of Philip Norton's drinking buddies

the police being called to the house.

Seemed to think Mrs Norton was the troublemaker.

Graham Richards said Mr Norton had a temper on him, even implied he could

had affairs.

Perhaps the girls were seduced by him. Oh, and I thought six -year -old bloke

picking up teenagers.

Stranger things have happened.

Hey, what about our Dorothy, yeah?

Anything in her closet?

Well, this is what we've got from our calls coming in.

Our Dottie Norton was middle class, well -educated, but never worked.

till they moved to London in the 70s, where they opened the B &B.

Regular churchgoer.

Very straight -laced, but well -respected in the community.

Good. Anything on the daughter?

Well, she helped her mother run the B &B till her father died.

Then they moved to Kingston to open the retirement home. Oh, uh... She currently

spends three nights a week at a local community centre for the elderly,

organising bingo sessions.

Good. A nice do -gooder. Listen, everybody.

What we've got to do is link... Kerry Willis to that house. How are we doing

the photograph?

Only her teeth.

Yeah, well, we might have a name.

We don't know how she got murdered and ended up at number 34.

We don't even know what she looked like.

And there's victim number two. We've got next to nothing on her.

Yeah, thank you, Basky. We're aware of that.

Listen, guys, we've got to move this case on.

I'm going to get those clay heads built.

You're called, Doug.

Police yesterday revealed that the first of two skeletons found here... of 34

Hallerton Road has been identified as Kerry Willis, the young runaway. She was

16 when she disappeared in 1980.

They've got a name for one of the... them they found in the back garden.

Kerry Willis.

About on the radio.

So will we be, probably.

Let me measure your arm.

Hooked up.

Straight out, Mother.

But why would they want us on the news?

We were living there.

Someone in the house must have known something.

One of those wretched men in grey suits, I shouldn't wonder.

Makes me sick to think about it.

There, another few inches and that's the sleeve finished.

Do you like this colour? Ash mauve.

But none of the guests went near the back garden.

Oh, you're right. My father spent most of his time in the garden.

Why did you have to tell him he did all the renovations?

He was claiming for that back injury, remember?

All those benefits.

What if they want to reclaim them?

Is he dead?

How could they know if he was sick or not?

He laid the patio, Mother.

And that's where the bodies were found.

From now on, just don't speak to anyone. I'll make sure I'm with you when you

do. I am perfectly capable of answering their questions myself.

And anyway, I don't like what you're implying. I'm not implying anything.

I'm just warning you, that's all.

Come and ask us more questions and we should be prepared.

Your father would have nothing to do with this.

You'd never... Never what?

Now, you may be able to forgive him all the times he never came home at night.

You might be able to forgive him for everything that bully did. Your father

loved me.

I know he did. I know he did. I'm just trying to protect our interests, that's

all.

Put your arm out again.

I don't like this colour.

It's not for you, it's for Sybil.

She knows she's had a stroke.

80 years old and she's got no one to look after her.

You don't realise how lucky you are.

Sorry to drag you out, but I thought you'd want to be here for this. We've

discovered what we think is an old coal bunker.

The chute's been bricked up from outside, and then this end's been hidden

a cluster board.

Watch yourselves.

How's it going, John?

Can't shift it.

Come on, I'll help you.

Yeah, come on, rugby prop.

Bring you into action.

Got another one, guys.

Thank you.

Well, they're pretty freaky, aren't they?

Attractive women, weren't they?

So do you recognize any of them?

No, I don't think so.

I need you to be certain, Mr. Richards.

You do not know these women.

No, I'm sure. I've never seen them before.

OK. Thank you for coming in.

Don't come in with me, Mr Richards.

OK? No.

Any trouble with the prints?

No, apparently not. He agreed immediately.

Oh, good.

Is Mrs Norton still kicking up a fuss about coming in?

Yeah. OK, we take the photographs to her, Satch. Yeah, sure.

Well, I went to see the doctor because I had not been sleeping well and he

prescribed me with some sleeping tablets, but they were just the mild

think, because they didn't seem to make much difference anyway.

Well, as I said on the phone, he referred me to see you because he

me any more pills.

How are you feeling about being here?

Oh, pretty uncomfortable.

See, I haven't done this sort of thing before, so... I'm not sure what I'm

to say.

Good morning, Miss Norton.

Please take your time and really look at the face.

See if you recall any of them being at Hallerton Road at any time.

No.

No, Laurie, I don't recognise them at all.

The first girl's name was Perry Willis.

Ring a bell?

No, I'm sure I don't recognise it.

What about our third victim? We know she wasn't white, but we don't know any

more about her ethnicity than that.

Here are some possibilities, Lisa.

No, I've never seen them before.

I'm sorry, Superintendent, but I don't know any of them at all.

Thank you, Catherine.

People often find it difficult to talk, but I'm here to help you, and I can only

help you if you talk to me.

Well, basically, I'm still not sleeping, and this means that

I'm getting very tired and low in energy, and I'm even getting a bit

And I don't feel...

Very positive about anything, and that's not like me. I'm usually a very

positive person.

Okay.

Let's take a look at why you're not feeling positive about anything at the

moment.

Doctor went on about depression, but I'm not that kind of person.

I just feel a bit low.

And I guess what I really need is a bit of advice.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

I don't give advice.

What do you mean?

You don't give advice?

What do you do?

I'm not here to solve your problems.

I try and teach you to do that for yourself.

Through reflection.

I gave them the sandwiches you left.

They didn't like them.

You've been a long time.

Everything all right?

You see that?

It's a dish washing machine.

What have you piled everything up in the sink for?

It was full.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, they didn't like the sandwiches.

So, is everything alright?

Mrs Cartwright, do you recognise any of these women?

Oh, yes.

Isn't it amazing?

They're so lifelike.

Which one do you recognise?

This one.

This is definitely Kerry Willis.

She dyed her hair just that colour.

Oh, there's something else now I've seen her.

She had a birthmark on that cheek.

About the size of a 50 -pence piece.

She was very self -conscious about it. Used to cover it with make -up.

So this is definitely Kerry Willis?

Definitely.

That's her.

Mrs Cartwright, thank you for coming in today. You just made my job a little bit

easier. If you'd like to come with me?

You had a birthmark.

You dyed your hair red.

You were 16 years old and you disappeared off the face of the earth

years.

What happened to you, Bonnie Lassies?

Hard to believe.

No, I'm sorry.

I've never seen one of them before.

We've interviewed Graham Richards.

What do you remember of him?

Richards? Yes. Did you like him?

I didn't know him well, to be honest.

He lived in your home for nine months.

Means nothing.

Did he have many girlfriends?

I don't know.

He certainly never brought them to the house.

I wouldn't allow it.

Mrs Norton, someone brought those young women back to your house whilst you were

living there.

I'm sorry to have to ask this again, but did your husband ever entertain women

friends? He wouldn't have dared for one, and for two.

If I'd have found out, he'd have been out of the door.

And it was your idea to turn the garden into a patio?

Yes, it was.

And you agreed that Graham Richards could pay less rent... for helping your

husband, didn't you?

Well, I didn't approve, but Philip needed him.

Yes, we're aware of that.

But for someone unable to work and claiming sickness benefits, he seemed

certainly fit enough to carry out extensive renovations to the property.

But he wasn't.

That's why he needed Graham.

We understand that the police were called out to your house on two

occasions.

I don't know anything about that.

Mrs Norton, was your husband ever physically abusive towards you? Never.

He was a good husband and a wonderful father.

He could turn his hand to anything, but he never turned it on me.

So do you think she was covering up for the husband?

Oh, I don't know. She certainly wants us to think they were one big happy

family.

I know you might not be hungry, but you've got to keep your strength up.

There.

Now, this is full of vitamins and it's nice and hot,

just like you like it.

There you go.

Good boy.

Very impressive.

Hi.

I thought I'd join you on your health kick.

It's meant to be a very good way of focusing mind and body, yeah?

Works for me.

Listen, thanks again for the other night. It was great to have a chance to

things through with someone who actually listens.

I take it you and Mike are still having problems?

Oh, I don't know.

He says he still loves me.

And he was great when we lost the baby, but... We don't talk about it at all

now.

Not easy.

How's the insomnia?

Same.

I'm hoping if I exhaust myself here, it's going to help.

Anyway, how are things with you?

Oh.

Pressure's building.

Still up to my armpits in mud. And we're no closer to IDing two of our victims.

Even with your clay heads.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Here's me feeling all sorry for myself because I'm

a bit out of whack.

Can you imagine disappearing and no one even misses you?

Yeah, but we don't know for sure how they died.

Well, strangulation was the likely cause of death for victim two.

I don't know, but the pathologist couldn't say about the others. Look,

lime was found on all three bodies, right?

But the question is... Why were only two buried under the patio and the other

one stuck in the coal chute? Well, perhaps victim three was killed first,

the round was prepared for the patio.

Or after the patio was finished.

Well, Mr Norton could have faked his illness. He was certainly fit enough to

all the work around the house. Perhaps he was fit enough to stuff the last girl

into the coal chute. Yeah, but what's his motivation, Satch? Maybe him and

Richards were in it together.

Well, they were into prostitutes. They sneaked them back into the house whilst

Mrs Norton was in bed.

Yeah, it's a possibility.

Mrs Norton found out and killed them to keep them quiet.

Oh, come on, you'd have to be one very jealous individual, Doug.

It could have been any one of the other guests.

No, no, no, it couldn't. Because the bodies were buried at different stages

the renovation, right?

So that means the killings took place over a period of time. A few weeks at

least. Graham Richards is the only one who stayed long enough.

Perhaps Kathleen was running a lesbian knitting circle and they were her spurn

lovers.

For all we know, it could be the phantom raspberry blower of Kentish Town.

Hey, come on, look at them, guys. This is no joke.

We should get going. The press conference is set for 12 .30.

Yeah.

Let's hope we get a good response from the public, because we're suddenly going

round in bloody circles here.

The first victim, a redhead, has been identified as Kerry Willis, aged 16,

she disappeared from Hackham House Children's Home in Peckham in 1982.

If anyone knew Kerry Willis, would you please contact the incident room on the

free phone number?

The other two victims...

are still unidentified. A white woman in her late teens, 5 '8", and a teenage

girl of ethnic origin, 5 '1". As you can see from the digital pictures behind me

here, taken from our model heads, they give an impression of what we believe

victims may have looked like prior to their deaths.

If anyone recognises these women, please call our incident room.

Is the house to be demolished?

Until all the tests are completed, it will remain a crime scene.

Do you have any suspects?

We are currently following several lines of inquiry and will, of course, keep

you informed of any arrests we make in connection with this case.

How were the victims killed?

I am unable to give details at the moment.

Do you think there are any more bodies? Another Fred West, perhaps?

We are carrying out a systematic and thorough search of number 34 and will

you informed of any further discoveries.

Are the victims being mutilated?

It doesn't appear so. The skeletons are intact.

Walker.

Oh, hello, Vivienne.

She's just left, so she should be with you shortly.

With me?

What, is she coming over?

Only she never said anything to me about it. I'm going out.

Oh, I must have misunderstood.

Do you want her? No, no.

Mike, is Pat all right?

What do you mean?

Well, I'm just a bit worried about her. She hasn't been herself lately.

Why, has she said something to you?

No. No, look, Mike, it might be nothing. I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Just tell her I called, OK?

OK, thanks.

Bye. Bye.

We've had over 300 calls from people claiming to recognise our girls from the

model heads.

We've already prioritised them, now it's just a question of ploughing through

them. I think I might have something.

A Greta Bertram called in, so she thinks victim two is an old friend of hers, a

German girl called Ingrid Kessler.

She scanned in a photograph of her when the woman emailed it to us.

Here, take a look.

See this girl here?

Mm -hm. She does look very like our girl.

Yeah.

The photograph was taken at a place called the Rhinestone Club in Soho.

Oh, what did you say her name was?

Ingrid Kessler.

OK, I think we could go talk to the friend.

But it was like she lived in Sweden.

Sweden? Go on, make a suggestion.

Yeah. The guy in technical support can tell you for sure if that's our victim.

Yeah, go on. He uses the same image enhancement to work out an exact map of

skull. Then he overlays the photo, see if you get a match. If you do, that's

your girl.

Yeah, and you're not just a pretty face.

Okay, everybody, let's get in touch with Baxley's technical champion. If we've

got a match, let's just bring this woman over from Sweden.

I just hope she's like the blonde one out of ABBA.

Tight white trousers and all.

Gov?

Is that who I think it is?

Who?

Him.

Hold on.

He's a limber.

Just going to adjust it here.

Look good.

Yeah, that's a match.

You know, I wanted to see if we could trace the owner of the rhinestone club.

What have you got?

Not like I'm the owner, but I've tracked down one of the dancers for you via

equity.

Tammy Delaney?

You're kidding me.

Shall I take a look?

Exotica is on my...

You might say that.

Zippo's Circus.

Excuse me.

Do you know where I can find Tammy Delaney?

Yeah, wardrobe trailer, far end, by the big truck.

Thanks. I wonder what he wants.

Tommy Delaney? Uh -huh?

Can I have a word?

If you've got muck on your shoes, leave them outside.

Dear David Satchell, the Metropolitan Police.

Shoes are clean.

Oh, shit. What's that slob down there? I'm divorced.

I don't know where he is or what he's doing.

You I need to talk to.

Used to work in a club in Soho, the rhinestone.

Back in the late 70s, early 80s.

What about it?

Can you have a look at this? It's a photograph of some of the girls.

I'm not on that. I did work there.

This must have been taken before or after my time.

I don't know any of these girls. Anyway, I was a solo artist, contortionist.

I had to give it up to have it replacement eight years ago.

So, um, you don't recognise this girl?

Her name is Ingrid Kessler.

No, like I just said, I don't recognise any of them.

Do you know the name Graham Richards?

No. Don't think I do. No.

We think you might have been a customer at the club.

No. This guy, he was a regular, real charmer. Used to go through the girls

a dose of salt. Which one?

Him.

Used to come over with an order, guys, sometimes.

Both of them were at it.

Bondage. Never tried it with me, though. I stayed well clear.

Why was that?

Why?

Cheeky? I used to be into lots of things, but not that.

Anyway, I heard he could get a bit rough, you know.

Slap the girls around.

Used to do a lot of... Made him nuts.

Does that to some people, you know.

Makes them paranoid.

So he'd get high and knock the girls about then?

So I heard.

What about the other guy?

Don't know about him.

Just, uh, this guy.

Always used to come in with a bag of Charlie to hand out.

He was dealing then?

No. Traded her to get laid.

Oh, I don't know. Never touched the stuff.

Sorry, when exactly did you work at the Rhinestone then?

I guess I was there for about a year. Must have been... Oh, God. When was that

royal wedding?

81. I was there for that.

Thanks very much.

Just goes to show, Ip might have needed replacing.

But the old brain cells don't work.

How do you like a couple of tickets?

Or a ticket for the show?

We could have a few drinks after.

Thanks, but... I think I'll be okay.

I used

to top the bill, you know.

At the rhinestone.

Where are you taking that?

What, Sam?

Are you going to paint the nephew, or do you want me to make a start?

Oh, yeah, if you really want me to, I promise I'll be right to it after you

up to my eyes, maybe.

You seem to promise a lot recently and not get round to it, Mike.

Come on, sweetheart, that's not fair.

The lawyers are chasing the divorce papers. It's Lynn that's messing me

Shouldn't all this be sorted out by now?

Yeah, I'm sorting it. I've asked if I can have the kids every other weekend.

She's refused.

Has she? Why?

Why don't you discuss these things with me, Mike?

Maybe if we go round and just talk to her about it.

You've not met her. You cannot talk rightfully with this woman.

Well, I think we should. And I think the sooner the better.

Can't seem to talk to you either these days.

What?

Nothing.

Go.

Go.

What do you know Deborah about?

She's here.

She's in interview room number three.

Who? Greta, our soyuz woman.

MacBurton. I'm Detective Superintendent Walker.

Hi. Detective Sergeant Satchell.

We met downstairs.

Please, have a seat.

Our technical support team have analysed the photograph you sent us and I'm

afraid it appears that our second victim was indeed your friend.

I'm very sorry.

I knew it would occur.

It was only by chance that I saw the newspaper. My husband brought it back

him when he'd been over here on business.

The story hasn't been new since Sweden.

How well did you know Ingrid?

Oh, not well. We just worked together for a few months when I was living here.

When was that?

1982, three maybe.

And you haven't seen Ingrid since?

No, I moved back to Sweden soon after.

You said you worked together.

Where was this?

At the Rhinestone, the club in the photograph.

That's me.

So you were... Exotic dancer, yeah.

What was Ingrid like?

Oh, she was very friendly, very outgoing.

She hadn't been in London for very long. She was from Germany.

Do you know where she stayed?

No. As I said, we just worked together.

So you wouldn't know about any boyfriends?

I never met him, but I knew she had one.

Do you remember his name?

No.

In fact, the only reason I remember her talking about him was he got her

pregnant and then he disappeared.

And she was so preoccupied and upset about being pregnant.

She kept changing her mind about what she wanted to do.

One minute she wanted to keep it, the next she was worried about having to

working. Now, you just said that you didn't know each other very well. Why

she give you such personal information?

If you strip down naked next to someone every night, you soon get to know all

the intimate details.

But that doesn't mean to say we were close friends.

Hmm. Did Ingrid ever work as a prostitute?

I have no idea.

As I said, we were not close friends.

Is there anyone else that she knew that we could talk to?

The other girls in the club, or the owner, maybe.

But I haven't kept in contact with any of them. And I think it's closed down

now.

Did you ever hear of mention a name of a man called Graham Richards?

Dark, good -looking. Then he would have been in his mid -twenties, lived in

North London.

No.

How about Philip Norton?

No. Kathleen Dorothy Norton?

No, I'm sorry. I've told you all I know.

Okay. Thank you very much for coming in.

Will you be available for further questioning should we need to speak to

Well, I'll be staying in town for another couple of days.

Staying at the Ritz.

Thank you.

Hey, we're not coughing up for her to stay at the Ritz, are we? No, don't

She even paid her own airfare. She was due to come over in business anyway.

We're getting a lot of data in for Ingrid Kessler from the Interpol Missing

Persons list.

I'd like to see her exotic dance.

Yeah, well, my guess is she offered her clients more than just an exotic dance,

and odds are Ingrid did as well.

You're right.

It says here she was a known prostitute, only a teenager, but had high -class

clients. What, Greta?

No, Ingrid Kessler.

Oh, yeah, well... Skipped a court appearance in Berlin, came to London,

You tried to trace her family at all?

We're still trying to find them.

Hey, nice work, Linda.

Lisa, thank you.

You have another press conference at five.

Oh, good. We can announce we're holding a suspect for questioning, Graham

Richards.

You be a good boy for Mummy. Come on. Be a good boy.

See you.

Did you ever bring any girls back to 34 Harledon Road?

No, never.

So apart from Kathleen and Dorothy Norton, there were never any women

house?

No.

Did you have a girlfriend then?

What? Did you have a girlfriend?

Oh, yeah.

Nothing steady, but there were a couple of girls I saw, yeah.

Can you give me their names?

Are you serious?

Yes, Mr Richards, I'm very serious.

Um, one was called, uh, Julia.

And, um, the other one was Mary, something or other. They were sisters.

I can't remember the surname.

Um, and I saw a girl from the chemist, um... What

was her name?

Um... Sorry, I can't remember.

You never kept in touch with them after you left? No, I didn't.

Why was that?

Well, they weren't serious. It's just a bit of fun.

You have a sexual relationship with these girls?

Yes, but it wasn't serious.

What about the daughter of number 34?

What? Kathleen Norton. She was about your age. What about her?

No. No way. Not her.

Not your type?

You could say that. Look, I've told you everything that I know.

I swear to you, on my kid's life, I don't know these women. I've never seen

before in my life.

Did you ever go to a club in Soho called The Rhinestone?

Exotic dancer, stripper, that sort of thing.

No, it's not my thing.

Ever remember a girl by the name of Ingrid Kessler?

No, I don't think so.

I'd help you remember if I told you she was German, Ingrid Kessler.

No, I don't.

This girl.

Ingrid Kessler. No, I don't know her.

Is this you?

What?

Is this you?

No, it's not me.

The woman you seem to be observing so intently is Ingrid Kessler. I just told

you, it's not me.

I agree, it looks a bit like me, but it's just a coincidence.

You've already admitted this belt belonged to you, is that correct?

Yeah, I think so, but like I told you, I lost it.

What if I told you that bell was found around the neck of Ingrid Kessler?

What?

It can't be mine, no?

No. She was buried where you were living, and then by chance you come

build a patio over the area where she was buried.

Strange set of coincidences, Mr Richards.

God, I can't believe this.

I want to sit still.

Okay, Nick.

Hi.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Princess.

Mm -hmm.

You're dead.

Hey, that's brilliant.

Cheeky.

Yeah, okay, put her on.

Listen, I love you.

Yeah, bye.

Lady sure wants a word again.

Hello?

Len?

Could you just hold on? I'm just through the door myself. I don't have a shower.

There's some soup in the pan with the lid on. If you don't want it, just put

back in the fridge, okay?

Len, will you please calm down and listen to me for a moment? I am not

you and the kids out of anywhere, for Christ's sake. But that house is

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