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Dear Forbes.

When? Where?

Yes. Yes.

Thanks, Janie.

Good night.

Oh, indeed.

You know, are things all right?

So -so, you know.

Up and down.

Surviving yourself.

Surviving. Cup of?

Coffee.

Black.

And then... I'll pass.

You dropped in. Did you happen to be partying?

Or because I had more like a pebblery?

Hey, no.

Gratis. Have a coffee.

Thanks.

What about that one?

She with him? The other? The OG?

Yes. I'm one more.

Musketeers.

Added away a bit hasty, the third one.

You're really interested?

I mean, it's not... You're a 17 -year -old fan, Andy.

Still at school, studying for the A -level.

I'm there but for the braces.

Right.

Matt?

Refill?

Listen, I know who you are.

You do?

You're a D .I.

Seven down.

Four.

And they say you're okay.

Me no heavy hand, no hassle.

No holy holy.

Well, that's what they say.

Well, you know who I am. Who are you?

Cynthia. Finn.

Holland.

What do you want? I mean... Nothing.

Nothing? Nothing.

Nothing.

It's all right.

No, they're right. You're okay.

Terrific. No, really, I mean... You don't come up with any of that old crap

about going cold or anything, you know?

Because that's...

Like I've been there and... What?

Nothing.

And that's it, you know?

Nothing. No thing.

Nothing.

I mean, look at me, look at me. What do you see?

Face full of funeral.

Right.

You're right.

Give me another few months, weeks, and into the furnace and so forth.

What do you say, Inspector?

What do you say?

The smack don't get you, then the septicemia will.

No?

No.

No.

Roll up, roll up, you missed the show.

Ringing bells, screeching tires, running men with stretchers and blankets.

And rubbernecks.

You missed the show.

The old day.

Aye.

But that was just Moody, you know.

She just wanted bed and board.

Like she comes on strong, but she hasn't got the stomach.

No?

No, she just had to get into something.

Anything. Just... Silly cow.

Me coming out in here and making her expect to close herself.

You wouldn't do that.

Were they taking a memorial?

Probably.

I didn't stay because... Listen, I'm going to have to ask you to split now.

Please?

All right.

Look, Cynthia, if there is anything that I can... I know.

Know him?

No.

Okay. Come out, Andrew. Yeah, see you.

Ma 'am.

Janie.

I found about Marion.

I was wondering if you know how she's doing.

If she's, you know, going to make it.

Haven't you asked?

Yeah, but they won't say.

Not to me, they won't.

Well, that's probably because there's nothing they can say.

Not yet, anyway.

Yeah, I suppose.

Well, best be going then.

Have you got somewhere?

Yeah, a squat.

Derelict. Someone's saving a place for me.

So I'll see you then.

See you.

Yeah, alright.

See ya.

Make mine strong enough to stand a boon in. No sugar.

This is the NHS, lady. You take what you're given, like it or lump it.

And what you're going to be getting is less.

But if you care to settle for a quick barium, you... Oh, thanks, but no

You had a Marion Hedges brought in here tonight.

We did?

Hedges. Oh, yes. OD.

Files. Injected.

How's she doing? Doing? Great.

There. You get that in you and off.

What did you expect?

Oh, nurse, allow me to introduce you. This is, would you believe, Detective

Inspector Forbes.

Maggie. Hello.

And if you're soft enough to stay here for just half as long as I have, it's a

face that will become familiar.

Do you know what they say about familiarity?

Hedges. She's still in the dirty room. If she isn't in the morgue.

Your guess? No guess.

No.

Well, time you were tucked up between your sheets in the sleep, Inspector.

So tell me something I don't know.

Push it any harder and you'll find yourself stretched out upstairs between

sheets.

Now he's pushing it.

Just telling it like it is.

Go home.

Yes, you're right.

Enough for one day.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Oh, and take that one, will you?

Be good. And if you can't be good... I know. Be careful.

Night. Good night.

That's some lady.

Bit of a turn -up, though.

Her being an inspector?

How so?

The age of equal opportunity, isn't it?

You're telling me that?

Yes. Well, perhaps it's equal opportunity for some to be still more

others.

Casualty.

How many times do I have to tell you, don't ring me here?

Oh, yes, terrific. I'm really touched.

The thought of you, you think... Where do you want that? In there.

Call upstairs, please. Nurse?

Nothing more you can do?

No, I'll maybe get a name, something.

I'll hang on.

Suit yourself. Just keep out of my way.

Good

morning.

Now, I'm sorry. What can I say? I knew I was going to be a bit late. I know.

Yours is not happy lot, right? Oh, there are times.

So, what sensational something came up this time?

No.

Nothing sensational.

Stupid. Sad.

Don't tell me.

Somebody threatening to take a dive from a tenth -storey window?

Close. Deventh -storey?

Steve?

Mum.

What are you doing with the milk?

Well?

There's drug abuse at Barrington Lane.

Some.

Hard?

Some. Some pill -popping and some pot -smoking.

Why do you ask?

I mean, why now?

Oh, I had to talk to a girl last night.

News damage is dead already.

Yeah, she just happened to be round about my age and it started you

And the answer is no.

Why can you be so sure?

Oh, it's not... I've seen myself.

I don't know.

There's only one way to...

Good

morning.

Good morning.

Oh, well, that is it.

And what is it?

Eh?

Oh, you're on.

Russell's office. Pronto. Oh.

Do you have any idea why?

Mine is not to wonder why.

Mine but to provide the wills.

Oh, I'm sorry, love. Five minutes, OK? You'll be all right.

I can't manage. It's far from changing my nappy.

Do you want a cup?

Nice.

Do you want me to wait? Do anything?

Diary.

Diary.

Oh, finally.

You know, you're a good -looking woman.

Today, you're not looking too good.

Well, that's what comes around the clock working, so what couldn't wait?

Bob took a shooting at the memorial last night.

Yes, I know. Yeah, well, what you wouldn't know is the victim kicked it

.m. So?

I mean, apart from the usual feeling... What's it got to do with you? Yes. Well,

what it's got to do with you, Inspector, is that he shuffled off his mortal

misery uttering your name.

My? What was his name?

Andrew George Golding.

Oh. Oh, the day and night. Yes, I was in there. Yeah, we know. Bob had words

with a staff nurse in casualty. Now, she told him you'd been in there inquiring

about a drugs OD, a Marion... Marion... Hedges.

Hedges, yeah. Now, we know that the shot on this Marion Hedges came from the day

and night cap. So, QED, you must have been in there around about the same time

that Andrew George Golding bought it.

When I left, the man was alive and well and doing a crossword puzzle.

What time was that?

Give or take a few minutes. And give or take a few minutes. It was at midnight

that someone gunned Andrew George Golding to death.

So it's odds on you saw the face we're now looking for.

Well, any bells?

There's only one customer in there, a clapped -out kid called Cynthia Collins.

And if she blew away Andy Golding, I'll offer you my card.

Promises, promises.

Well, what about outside?

Anyone hanging around, standing in doorways, window shopping?

There's one possibility.

Came in just as I was leaving. Someone Collins knew.

Could have been a connection.

Not known to Golding. I asked.

Description? Oh, male, white, six foot two, early thirties, dark hair, clean

shaven, slim build, no money. Mr. Ordinary. Not if he's running around

cannon, he ain't.

Description. Clobber.

Black. Everything.

Boots, strides, polo neck, leather jackets.

What about Stetson and Spurs? Jesus, Mr Ordinary. I think he's Billy the Kid.

Now, have you got any idea where we can pick up this Collins girl?

It's up by four.

The arcade nooks and crannies off the streets that link the Haymarket with

Regent. She's known.

Bob? Yep, I'm away.

Yes.

Sure are still stuck with each other. I know, sir, and I do try, but it is

trying. Needs must, and the devil's out there driving us ragged. Just remember

that. Now, I've got a question.

What is a D .I. doing playing wet nurse to some junkie O .D.? You think that's

what you were brought up through the ranks for? Well, sir, this particular

junkie has sometimes been of help, and... And has doubtless been bunged the

few notes for trouble? No.

Nothing. And I was about to add that this so -called wet nursing was done in

-duty hours. Hours when you should have been at home in bed with your head down

so you'd be in a fit and prop state to deal with a caseload assigned to you.

All right, understand, even condone. But you do know better. I mean, our plate's

powered high enough.

Yes, sir.

You can cut out there. Can try that, cos it cuts no ice.

Go on, go on. Go away. Go do some police work.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Thought you might like a drop of something to wet the whistle. Oh,

Surprise,

surprise, it's hot.

Do I ask what's getting you down?

Do you need to?

Steve.

How was he with you this morning?

Too chipper.

Then we used to keep our chin up in our own way.

I shouldn't have to, I'm not at his age.

Come on, enough.

We've got work to do.

No, we're not.

Where are we headed?

Memorial.

Oh, spills. We take grapes or flowers.

Depends.

Whether she's living or dead.

This must be the place.

Oh, my.

If it isn't the lady pig.

Now, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

I'm a sociable pig.

Yeah, that's what they say.

Detective Inspector Forbes is a very sociable pig.

And okay, too. According to your friend, Fenty.

Friend.

By our friends, et cetera.

Who's your friend?

Detective Sergeant Fenton.

Another sociable pig?

No. Well, you're right, bastard, so maybe you'd better start watching your

mouth. Oh, my.

Isn't he the thin -skinned one?

Tell me, Sergeant, how do you survive with so many against you?

Oh, no.

Not mutton jokes. All right.

That's your quota of wisecracks all used up. Understood?

Oh.

And to think I thought there'd be perks attached to being on a bed of pain.

You haven't even asked me how I'm feeling.

How are you feeling?

About a quarter past dead. Yeah, that's how you look.

Gee, thanks.

So, you don't think the sergeant could fancy me?

Oh, or are you two... Knock it off.

Okay.

So, why are you here?

Or are you just sightseeing?

We're looking for someone.

Aren't we all?

Someone? Oh, do shut it.

Okay.

So, you're looking.

White, male, about six foot two, late twenties, dark haired, maybe got a thing

about dressing in black.

Eddie. You know him? Sounds like. Eddie who?

So I know.

Ask Cynthia.

She's the one who rubs shoulders with him.

So go ask her and leave me alone.

With pleasure, lady.

Oh, and talking of Cynthia, she said something about you that I'm beginning

believe. Okay, your point.

What did old buddy Cynthia say about me that you're beginning to believe? That

you're a faker, a phony, plastic.

That all you ever risked was a ticket to ride on someone else's trip.

Sure. Correct.

One hundred percent.

Stupid. I should have stuck to party time sniffing.

Just what do you say?

Come on, Inspector.

Detective. If old sin with her messed up head.

I'm saying for me the whole squalid little scene was nothing more than an

exercise in revolt.

The anti -parental.

But yesterday.

Today, I mean.

Coming to in here.

That really did pull me up short, you know?

So now what?

Nothing. It's over.

Finished.

Duxes will be ready for discharge sometime tomorrow.

From here, I'm going straight to the airport and catching the first plane out

here.

Back to home and half and daddy. You got it. And what's left here is the

leftovers. I have, as they say.

Had my fling. Now I'll go right back to being a rich bitch.

You know, I don't think I like you.

I don't think I like you one little bit. Why?

Because you can't enjoy feeling sorry for me the way you can feel sorry for

Cynthia and all the other... I don't feel sorry for Cynthia.

Pardoned by, not sorry for, but you. Go on. Me what?

Oh, nothing.

Words may be cheap. No need to waste them.

Goodbye. Yeah, I know, and good...

No,

you said that.

Don't say it. What?

Anything.

Hi, Mum.

Sweet. You had a whip round.

How's she doing?

Fine. She's... She's doing fine.

Great.

Yeah, great.

Bye, Jo.

See you.

Not a word.

Oh, we nabbed the Collins girl. Bob's in with her now.

I've told you, I'm no talking to anybody except DI4.

Now, you can talk to me here or to yourself in the cells.

Because any more bother and I'll keep you banged up until the walls start to

close in and you start to climb up them.

You can't, there's the law.

I've got rights.

Oh, no, no, no.

The law is for those that can afford it. Rights are for those that can exercise

them. Now, either way, you come up empty.

Because nobody's going to come charging in here with a writ on your behalf.

Now, are they? How about me? Here, do you know what he nutted?

Do we have to take this any further?

Right.

Anything that you get, I want.

Is that understood?

Because if it isn't, we will definitely be taking this further, right to the

top. Well, that's up to you.

Right now, here, it looks like it's up to me, right?

God preserve me from those with God on their side.

You shouldn't ought to treat people like that.

Like what?

Like they were... Like they didn't matter.

I mean, who does he think he is?

He was doing his job.

You were to be found, brought here and questioned.

That's what he did.

Now, if something happened that you feel is cause for complaint, official

complaint... No.

I thought not.

So maybe he leaned on you a little. Maybe a little too much.

What do you expect?

You know why you're here, don't you?

He told me the fellow at the day and night got talked.

And you wanted to talk to Eddie.

The fellow came in when you were there.

Right. First we've got to find him.

So, Cynthia, please tell me about him.

That's all I know about him.

Just Eddie.

Oh, come on.

This is me, remember?

Maggie Forbes.

Please, Cynthia, don't string me.

Now, I already know that it was you... You've been at the memorial to see

Hedges, right? Right.

So?

How is she?

All right?

Yes.

You're right, too, about her.

She's, uh... She hadn't got the stomach. It's like you said.

I knew it. I knew.

And the way she'd only use coke.

And how she was never short of bread.

Never really, really bare -ass gint.

But how do you twig?

They shook her up, the overdosing. She's off and running. Come on, let's you and

me get back to Eddie.

You never heard mention of a surname or where he comes from?

Never. But who cares about names, you know?

OK.

You left the day and night together?

No, cos I suddenly had to go, you know?

Well, they hadn't got a laugh there, so I went round to a public.

When I got back, the place was crawling with flat feet, so I scarpered.

And you haven't seen him since?

No. I mean, I saw them wheeling somebody out, and there was a lot of shouting

and rushing round, and I reckoned, well, something really bad was going down.

So I went and found a hole to crawl into.

And that's all you can tell us?

The best you can do?

I swear, honest.

On my mother.

I mean, I didn't really know him, you know.

He just sort of latched on to me. He'd sort of come and go.

Do you know? Have you any idea where he is now?

No.

But it's like you're saying he snuffed that fella.

He isn't exactly going to be shouting the odds from any street corner, is he?

Hardly.

Listen, I'm not going to be much longer.

I mean, in here.

Because I'm going to be needing soon, you know.

All right.

You mean I can go?

Yes, but I want you to do me a favour, OK?

Fair. Any sight of friend Eddie, I want you to call me. If I'm not here, leave a

message to the death sergeant and a number, even a booth number, where I can

back to you.

I will do.

Right.

Go on, anyway.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Nothing.

What? The girl knew nothing.

It would give you nothing.

Well, you did get a statement.

No, it was nothing. Just a Christian name, Eddie. Oh, no, not enough. No way

enough. Now it's my turn my way. She's gone.

Can't explain.

Well, it was either hold her, knowing that within hours she'd go into

withdrawal, with all that means, or believe and release her.

I see. Well, I don't. You may just have lost us our one lead to this aspect.

We'll throw out the bait that will bring him to us.

The deal is, if she catches sight, she'll call.

Well, that's a deal. It's not what I call a deal. Wait and see.

Sir.

All right.

And that's how we leave it?

Hmm. Wait and see.

All right.

Thank you.

What the hell's all this about?

You, let me go.

Please. I'm all right.

What's going on?

Bad news.

The worst kind.

I am?

Why all this?

You know.

No, I don't know. It's a problem.

You're ready for the big one, that's what.

We're wasting that geezer in the day and night.

Are you going to let me go or do I scream blue murder?

Hi, Mum.

Seems to be our topic for today.

But the need must

be there, right?

No need, no users, no sale.

So why the need?

That is the question.

Amongst others?

Like why, when I finally get home at a reasonable hour, as a high mum, the best

you can do by way of a welcome.

Sorry.

Hello,

Mother. How marvellous to see you. What would you do with him?

Well, for starters, you can feed and water him. He's starving.

Helpless or useless or both.

Missing chips, do you?

Knockout.

Steve?

Mother.

How do you see yourself?

Do what?

This morning when we were discussing drug abuse at Barrington Lane, you said

couldn't get into that scene because that's not how you see yourself.

That's right.

Well, how do you see yourself?

Rich and famous.

Yeah. What about the others, the ones who do get into it? How do they see

themselves?

Well, without meaning in their lives.

Oh, look, this is getting a bit heavy, isn't it? You're my self -humour, your

old mum. Come on, explain. What do you mean without meaning in their lives?

Structure. You know, terms of reference.

What I mean to say is that if you've got nothing better to do than turn yourself

on to junk, I suppose it's one way of giving yourself away a life.

And you've got meaning in your life.

And they're ringing in my ears.

Go and answer it, then.

It's better you.

Sergeant McIntosh says it's code three.

It's what?

Urgent.

Clown.

Yes, Matt, what is it?

Oh, right.

Yes, got it.

OK.

Thanks, Matt. Good night.

Cynthia Collins there, please.

I think it's me you want to talk to, Mark.

I'm Eddie.

I'll be at 7 .00 at 9 .00 in the morning.

Good night.

Hello? Hello?

Eddie?

Detective Inspector Forbes.

You wanted words.

Come on.

After you, Inspector.

After you.

You know why you're here? Why we want words?

Uh -huh.

You don't seem to have lost much sleep over it.

Not a wink.

Wait, I'll give you that.

Well, did you mark his card? I didn't need to. Oh? It's a strong silent type.

Oh, fancy.

Right.

First off, full name.

Uh -huh.

Now, I ask you... I heard. So answer.

Edward Glyn Edwards, detective sergeant.

Drug squad.

Would you, Adam and Eve?

All right.

Give me a name and number for verification.

0771117 Verney.

Chief superintendent.

Right.

You sussed it, didn't you?

I could sense it on a blower.

Something.

Yeah.

Just one point.

Why, with respect, were you involved with these people?

Looking after a source of information.

Not one that would interest you people.

Kosher. Right.

Right.

Oh, and, um...

Since Andrew Golding is of no interest to me or mine, he's still down to you

yours.

Back to square one.

You want to let me in on it? Eddie, the man in black.

He's one of us.

Mum! You're joking.

D .F. Drug Squad.

Would you believe it?

Sure, Mum.

Russell.

Too much. You all right, Mum?

Hello.

Yeah, hold on.

This is for you.

Hold on.

D .I. Forbes.

Oh, well, long time.

Right. Can't be there.

Ah, what do you know? One door closes.

What?

Voice in the past.

One time snout of mine.

Hello.

Hang on.

It's for you.

Oh, those days.

D .I. Forbes.

Yes, Janie.

When?

Well, where and when?

Right.

Yes.

Cynthia Collins.

Red.

What do you say?

Someone said suicide.

Someone might cry creepy about it.

Either way, she did it herself.

Another body for burning.

All I need is a walk.

Company? No.

Bye.

At your service, ma 'am.

This I just do not believe.

This is a far cry from a flat hat and a souped -up getaways, Billy.

Yeah, well, when you lose your bottle, you jack it in.

And as numbers go, well, can't complain, eh?

Who's complaining?

How'd you get here so fast?

Here all the time.

Is that it with the small talk?

Only when you are.

You say you've got something on the Golding kill?

Yeah. Andrew Golding was once Andrew Holding.

He changed it by depot.

Older brother of one Raymond Holding.

You ever heard of Raymond Holding?

You're a hard case.

He was the force of one of the first men over the river. Settley Brothers. Drew

a life two or three years back and then hanged himself in his cell in Leeds.

Durham, somewhere up there. Yeah, you've got it.

It's been whispered round about that young Raymond developed a bad case of

loose lip.

He was given more than a little help in tying the knot.

You follow?

Are you saying that Golding was a hit? Why?

Word is that Andrew Gee was having words with you lot.

And that it was considered advisable on the grounds of what one brother knows

and the blood is sometimes thicker to, uh...

Cancel them out.

Anything else?

The gun was imported.

You see, it's the name for faith and not chapter and verse.

David Thompson.

Will you talk to us?

Well, you may have to turn him, but you've definitely got chances.

He's a remand down in Brixton, working up a right elsewhere.

So I'd say you give him some of the, uh...

You scratch ours and we'll see what we can't do.

You follow?

I'm ahead of you.

Well, apart from a great big thank you, what are you expecting for all this,

Willie? Oh, let's just say you're going to remember in the event I have a new

one. Fair?

I'll remember.

Fair enough.

Do you want to drop it off?

Fair enough.

Oh, well, better make it a couple of doors down, OK?

Yeah.

Wouldn't want anyone thinking you've been up to something a bit naughty on

own account, eh?

Brother of Raymond James Holding, deceased.

And I have a name.

Currently in custody.

Awaiting trial on the Bermondsey Black.

Banged too, wasn't he?

The works, every which way.

So... He's looking down a long one.

Hmm. Yeah, well, he could be.

It's worth taking a shot at. Bob, get yourself down there.

I'll give the governor a buzz.

And, Bob, patience.

Take all the time it needs. If he wants to go round the houses, go with him.

Hop, nail, boot, approach will get you nowhere because he's lived with the or

else threat all of his miserable life.

And don't forget, he's always got, so don't blame him.

Understood.

What do I offer?

Carrots.

And that's it.

And you haven't got anything more?

Leave it out.

What do you want, blood?

Don't, Denny.

Yeah, must be in the gullet, you coming to me in that.

Oh, no, no, not at all.

Yeah, hang about.

You said you were going to leave those.

Oh, yeah, so I did.

But look, I mean, if you've been coming it, then there's nothing... Look, stand

on me, Chief.

Straight up.

And you do what you can.

Put in the word.

My word.

I thought you'd be long gone.

Heard a wave goodbye out from Heathrow this evening.

I'm sorry I got you sore, Anthony.

No, no.

My reaction was way off.

I should have been relieved.

You just caught me on the raw with your attitude.

I know.

Anyway, I am glad, really.

At least you're one less.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Would you do something for me?

Keep a lookout for Janie.

I'm the pig, remember?

I'm not a social worker.

Yeah, okay, I will.

Thanks.

So long, pig.

Bye, rich bitch.

Hello, Sergeant.

What are you doing here? Paying your respects?

I'm clocking the mourners for future reference.

Sorry, it was uncalled for.

Have you lived?

No, thank you.

No.

Right, time for you and I to have a talk.

About the birds and the bees?

About that.

Seriously, about the birds and the bees? About the forced flippancy and the chin

up and be cheerful. There's no need.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, Steve, you do know what I'm talking about. So come on, let's cut out the

comedy and talk to each other.

Now, what exactly is troubling you?

OK, I admit, it gets a little lonely now and again.

There are times when I curse the fact that you're a copper.

But most of the time...

Well, I can see things from your point of view, too.

See, the problems you have to cope with, I don't reckon we're doing too badly.

Why the compulsive need to be so damn chipper all the time? Well, believe it

not, it comes naturally.

Believe it or not, I'm a fairly chipper sort of person.

Look, why burden yourself with worries that aren't necessary?

Haven't you got enough weight to carry?

And look, if there ever is anything, then you'll be the one that I come to.

And that's a promise. Is that all I need to know?

How many matches are in about four minutes? So I've got... I'll get it.

Janie.

How on earth did you know I... Do you think you could spare a minute?

It's okay, Steve.

Jane, come into the kitchen.

Sit down.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I mean, I hope you don't mind me coming here.

You're marrying Hedges. No, I understand.

Exactly why are you here?

I've been thinking ever since... morning at the creme about cynthia

things and maria said you

might be able to help i mean i know i need help i don't i

don't want to die you know i know

and you know what you have to do don't you yeah

Find somewhere to, like, take me.

I've already tried St Benedict's Rolls before.

They won't have me.

So I was wondering if maybe if... Well, look, I'll see what I can do.

If there is anything I can do.

Look, give me a ring tomorrow morning at the station.

Yeah. Thanks.

This time.

Thanks again.

Lots.

You'll be all right till tomorrow?

Yeah, fine.

Janie Dean.

You met her at the Collins cremation yesterday.

Phone round and see if you can find somewhere to take her in for a cure.

Oh, and Jimmy.

Leave out from Benedict.

They don't want to know.

The hitman was brought in. One of the cavalry.

The what?

The cavalry.

It's a group of GIs stationed at a Marine Corps base in Deutschland.

All of them strung out on horse.

Cavalry?

Yeah, and open to a contract kills for a price that's measured in drug weight,

not dollars.

Where shall they spend their leave time? Move in, move out, lose not a trace.

Yeah, we got an intelligence sheet from Interpol Amsterdam on them, but this is

the first time I'm aware of they've been tempted out of mainland Europe.

Private plane, right?

Right. Had to be. Is that all you could get?

I turned him upside down, shook him.

He knows nothing more.

All right.

I'll handle it from here. Pass on the good word.

But it looks as though we've got another unsolved on our hands. It's going to be

staying that way.

All right. Thank you, both of you.

Go on. Off you go. Back on your bikes.

Coffee and donuts?

No, thanks.

I'm still weight watching.

Surprise me. No, I'm sorry. I can't tell you.

Hang on. She's just come in.

with more casualty.

DI4.

Yes, Duff.

Oh, no.

How bad?

That bad.

Yes, Radcliffe.

Yeah, bye.

Janie Dean.

Critical.

Great.

I've just got her a place in the special clinic at Camden General.