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- To the future. - The future.

- Shall I say anything to Havers, sir? - No.

I'll deal with her tomorrow.

Please, no! Someone help me!

No!

Sir...

Havers.

Oh, I'll be glad when this is over.

He has a high opinion of your abilities. He won't want to lose you.

You'll be fine.

Thanks for your support, sir.

OK.

Thank you.

It was registered to a Gerrard Coles, four weeks ago.

Must have cost a bob or two.

Doesn't look like the motive was robbery, sir.

Well done, Billy.

Uniform's loss is our gain.

- Demoted? - I think I've made myself clear.

But I have worked really hard to become a DS, sir.

- I had no choice. - Well, neither had I.

You shot a fellow police officer with a flare gun. How could I condone...

Saving a child's life?

Are you sure that's the tone you wish to take with me?

I'm sorry, sir.

Does Inspector Lynley know your decision?

He recommended it.

But he knows what this job means to me.

Sir, if I could just appeal against this... Well, just one more chance, and I swear...

I suggest you now go to the stores, where you will be issued with a uniform.

Yes, sir.

Havers. Havers...

You knew, didn't you?

Well, he did discuss it with me.

No, he said you recommended it.

- Look, Havers... - You could have at least warned me.

But you said it would be all right.

It will be all right. This is just a setback. Now it's up to you to...

Sorry. It's Webberley.

Yes, sir?

Er... right away, sir.

I'd better erm...

Young woman named Nicola Maiden.

Her father's a retired superintendent from Manchester.

His wife runs a country-house hotel.

They only had one child.

Just a bit older than my Jenny.

You said a double murder, sir.

Yes, the lad she was with.

Two kids out camping.

Anyway, North West have requested assistance from another source,

in order to retain objectivity.

You'll be working with a DS Hanken, currently acting inspector, to cover a sick leave.

Right.

- She's pretty devastated, sir. - Havers?

She's lucky I've not got her on traffic duty.

- What do you have in mind for her? - The best thing for her

is to get out of the front line and knuckle down

to some good, old-fashioned police work.

Sir...

We found this in the fire.

"'Say no, before it's too late."

I can read, Billy.

Right. File it.

Hanken.

Yeah.

Inspector Lynley?

That's excellent.

Hello?

- Derbyshire. Double murder. - How long for?

Ask a stupid question...

Well, Derbyshire is very beautiful this time of year.

Could you take a couple of days off?

Well, I can't just drop everything. You're not the only one with an important job.

All right, then. Let's just have fun tonight.

I've cancelled tomorrow's restaurant reservation and made it for tonight.

Well, there's a reason we made it tomorrow. I need to prepare for a meeting in the morning.

All right. Let's do it when I get back.

So, how did it go with Barbara?

As expected, she got demoted. Webberley told her I'd recommended it.

To save her career. I hope you pointed that out to her.

Havers knows what I think of her. I don't have to spell it out.

Look, I'm off first thing in the morning.

Since you've got a lot of paperwork to do, I may as well follow suit.

Get up to speed on the case.

DS Hanken, sir. Can I say what a great honour it is to work with a man of your reputation?

Oh, thank you. This is...?

Oh, Billy Slavin. Trainee Detective Constable.

He's a good lad. Keen. Willing to learn.

Nice to meet you, Constable.

OK. The campsite was ransacked.

But a valuable bike and money were left behind, so we're ruling theft out as a motive.

Well, unless the killer wasn't after either money or a bike.

Yeah, yeah, obviously.

Anyway, Nicola was ID'd by her father.

Cole - that's the other victim.

26. Artist or some such.

No real family to speak of, but he was ID'd by his landlady. Didn't get much out of her.

Bit barking, if you ask me, sir.

Anyway, sir, we'd really value your expertise on this one.

Very tricky.

The bodies lay out all night in the rain, so we've next to no forensic evidence...

..no murder weapon, no witnesses.

Oh, but... I did find this at the site. "'Say no, before it's too late."

It's clearly meant for Nicola.

Do you think there's more than one killer?

- No. - Yeah, I'll let them know.

The pathologist's ready for you.

- This way, sir. - Thank you.

Billy...

Depressed fracture to the skull, consistent with blunt trauma.

Repeated blows. Possibly a frenzied attack.

Any idea whether the assailant would be male or female?

Well, from the intensity of the blows, I'd say male,

but it doesn't rule out a strong female.

We found debris in the overlying laceration.

Traces of mineral, apparently consistent with stones found in the area.

No lab report yet, but I'd say you're looking for a chunk of sharp-edged rock,

the size of a small melon.

Hundreds to choose from up there.

We found similar fragments on the female.

And traces of the male's blood and bone.

So, they were killed by the same weapon. Most likely, the same person.

You think he was killed first, and she was running away?

Yeah.

Any indication of a sexual attack?

No sexual injuries.

But see this.

She was pregnant. Very recently.

But I've examined her uterus, and there are no products of conception.

- Miscarriage, do you think? - Either that or a termination.

- Mrs Maiden? - Yes.

I'm sorry. We're...

Oh... you must be Inspector Lynley.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you. I expect you'd like to speak to my husband.

He's upstairs.

Andy, Inspector Lynley's here.

Good. Good.

- Andy Maiden. - I'm so sorry, Mr Maiden.

Andy. And thank you. I know it's not easy. Worst part of the job.

I never got used to it, even after 30 years.

So, this must be Nicola's room.

She didn't live here. Just the odd weekend. She...

She had a flat at the university.

We don't have much to go on.

This isn't going to be easy for you, but I need to get as clear a picture as I can of your daughter.

- Particularly the last few days. - Of course.

Did she have any problems that you know about?

Anything troubling her?

Nicola only worried about two things:

exams and the dentist.

We found the remains of a letter.

All we could make out was, "Say no, before it's too late." Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Did Nicola have a boyfriend?

- Yes. - Julian Britton.

Really? Oh. The name of the other victim was Gerrard. Gerrard Cole.

Did you know him?

Look, I've been over all this.

Nicola had lots of friends, Inspector. Male and female.

She was a very popular girl.

Wouldn't Julian have had a problem with her camping with another man?

No, you're barking up the wrong tree. Julian's a lovely boy.

He was crazy about Nicola. Besides... I know who Killed my daughter.

- Andy, you don't - Someone who wanted to get at me.

I've put away some nasty pieces of work in my time.

If they're not doing Open University degrees or running their empire behind bars...

then they're planning their revenge for when they get out.

Do you have anyone specific in mind?

No, but you've got my files at the station, and I've kept my diaries.

Well, we'll definitely pursue it. Thank you.

But you do know that you cannot be actively involved in the investigation?

Am I supposed to just stand here and do nothing?

My daughter's been murdered. Do you know what that feels like?

I should go and check in at the B&B.

Oh, I thought you were staying here.

I don't really think it would be appropriate.

No, it's quite all right. I've spoken to Webberley.

He's willing to allow it, under the circumstances.

- I really... - That's settled, then. Nan's made up your room.

Hello, darling, it's me. Just to say there's been a change of plan this end.

I'm now staying somewhere called Maiden Hall.

It belongs to the parents of one of the victims.

But look, I'll call you when I can.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Oh, thank you. - And I'm sorry if Andy came on a bit strong.

It's just... Nicola was his world.

Mrs Maiden...

Nan...

Were you aware that Nicola had recently lost a baby?

She had a termination.

Please don't tell Andy. It would break his heart.

If it becomes relevant, I'm sure he'll find out.

Yes, but for now, please...

He could see no wrong in her. Dinner is at seven.

By the way, did Nicola have a mobile phone?

We didn't find one.

Yes. I have the number somewhere.

Your husband seems convinced the motive is revenge against himself.

Andy...

He needs to be busy... be a detective.

Let him contribute something, please.

Of course I will.

At the moment, it's our main line of inquiry, sir.

Revenge against Andy Maiden?

Yes, sir. Well, he had a very long career, a record number of convictions.

I could do with dedicating an officer solely to researching his files.

But surely there's someone up there who could do it?

We're pretty stretched, sir.

...I was wondering if you could spare Havers.

Havers is currently on her last warning.

I'm well aware of that, sir.

But, as you said, what she needs is to knuckle down to some good, old-fashioned police work.

Well, I don't want her gadding off to Manchester, thinking she's in the clear.

She won't think that, when she sees what I've lined up for her.

Well... I don't know.

I'll keep her on a tight rein.

Well, you'd better, cos, if she messes up...

I'll take full responsibility, sir.

Can you have it serviced, and not waste police time?

Sir?

Manchester?

Yeah, I can be on the next train.

Jolly good. By the way, Havers, you can leave that uniform at home.

Mr Britton?

- Yes. - I'm Inspector Lynley.

You're here because of the murder of that little tart?

I'm suddenly supposed to like her, because she's dead?

Julian's round the back.

Thank you.

Here.

I said I didn't want anything.

- It was upsetting for me, too. - You hated Nicola.

I'd never have wished that on her.

Look, I know you're upset, but it'll be OK.

- You don't know anything. - Julian Britton?

Yes.

Inspector Lynley. I'm in charge of the investigation into Nicola's murder.

I'm Samantha Blair. I found the body.

Yes, I read your statement. Thank you.

- Samantha's my cousin. - Second cousin.

Right. Can we have a word, please? In private.

- Did you know Gerrard Cole? - No.

Isn't it rather unusual that she would go camping with another man?

- Your point being...? - Did you suspect she had someone else?

She didn't. Nicola loved me.

We were speaking about getting married.

- You were engaged? - Not exactly.

Er... she said she wanted time to think about it.

She said she loved me, but she didn't feel she fitted in with my family - meaning my father.

Why?

- He hated her on sight. - Any reason you can think of?

Do drunks need reasons?

Did you tell him that you wanted to marry her?

We had a fight about me bringing her into his house.

And I told him.

Oh, come on. You're not seriously suggesting...?

The man's blind-drunk by ten o'clock every night.

Can you think of anyone who would want to harm her?

- No. - Or write a threatening letter?

- A threatening letter? - We found part of one at the site.

It said, "Say no, before it's too late."

I know nothing about that.

- Did you know she was pregnant? - Yes.

- Could the baby have been yours? - Of course it was mine.

Is that why you asked her to marry you?

I loved her. I wanted the baby.

She didn't. She had an abortion.

Did you know?

No, I didn't.

- Are you sure the baby was yours? - Is this relevant, Inspector?

At this stage, everything's relevant.

In fact, I need to ask where you were the night before last.

I was here.

Daisy was dropping a litter.

- Can anyone verify that? - I can.

I was with him the whole time. I live here.

Me and Jules are renovating the house.

Identifying a body, at my time of life.

It's been such a shock.

- How long did Cole live here? - About three years.

The idea of him lying out there all night...

I mean, who would do such a thing?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out. So, if we could see his room...

- 'll take you up. - Just the keys will be fine.

Wow! Look at this bad boy!

Concentrate, Billy.

Let's just find what we're looking for.

What are we looking for, exactly?

Anything to tell us what the connection was between Cole and Nicola Maiden.

- Eurgh! - What?

I don't get paid enough for this.

Some of these are quite good, sir.

The guy didn't get his head bashed in for doing sketches you could get off any street artist.

Hardly, sir. You can't get people to strip in the street.

Give me strength!

What do you think Cole and Nicola Maiden were doing in that tent?

My guess is, they weren't singing Ging-Gang-Goolie-Goolie.

Sir...

Bingo.

Now, let's get out of here, before we catch something.

So, will you give up teaching to concentrate on your writing?

No, teaching's still really important to me.

I've always felt my students gave me more than I ever gave them,

so I have no plans to give up anything.

Grey Dawn is your first novel and has been described

as "a compelling testimony to love and personal honesty".

Is it in any way autobiographical?

All writers draw on their own life experiences.

Often in oblique ways.

Sorry. I've dried. Sorry.

Excuse me. Inspector Lynley. I've come to talk about Nicola Maiden.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

If you could excuse us.

Sorry to interrupt. I tried your office.

No, no need to apologise.

I lecture to 500 students at a time, without batting an eyelid.

Stick a television camera in front of me, I'm a nervous wreck.

Look - my hands are sweating.

It's dreadful news about Nicola, Inspector. We're all devastated.

- I understand you were her tutor. - Until a couple of months ago.

She dropped out.

Really? Her parents were under the impression she was still here.

Well, this isn't like school, Inspector.

We don't have parents' nights and reports.

- Did she give any reason? - Not really.

She wasn't handing in assignments. Her attendance was getting worse and worse.

I offered her extra tutorials, hoping she'd find her way back,

but her mind was on other things.

Was she in some kind of trouble?

Quite the opposite, as far as I was aware.

She was from a good home. She had no financial worries.

I've got students working three jobs to see themselves through uni.

Sometimes it's the ones that get it easier that give up at the first hurdle.

Anyway, sorry - I've not been much help. I must...

Did you know Gerrard Cole?

Er... the name's familiar. Is he a student here?

The other victim.

Oh, well, that's where I've seen his name - in the paper.

Er... no. No, he wasn't one of ours. I really must get back.

Good luck.

I found this in Cole's flat, sir.

Now, obviously, they were lovers.

My guess is, boyfriend finds out, tails her, finds them together, goes berserk.

Maybe. Or maybe he planned it.

Now, he claims the baby was his and he wanted to get married to her.

If she turned him down and then had the abortion against his will...

That's it, sir. It's the classic "crime passionnel", as the French would say.

You need to excuse him, sir. He reads a lot.

Oh, Havers...

Erm... this is DS Hanken and DC Slavin.

This is DC Havers, from London.

I requested her presence.

Oh, right.

Er... also, Nicola Maiden - I've been to her flat, but she pulled out,

so I'm chasing up the forwarding address.

- Has anyone been to the uni? - Yes, I have.

Erm... I've spoken to her tutor. Apparently, she dropped out.

- Why? - He didn't really know why.

Well, her friends will know. I'll get chatting to some of them.

No, Havers. I've got something very particular lined up for you.

OK.

Tell me this is a wind-up.

Andy Maiden thinks the killing may be payback from someone he put away.

There's one more here.

Crime reports, witness statements,

scene-of-crime details and documentary evidence.

I don't buy it.

Are you telling me a hardened criminal turns up and improvises?

Well, the killer wants to make it look like an amateur.

No, the killer is an amateur.

That campsite was a complete mess.

A pro would have covered his tracks, hidden the fact he was looking for something.

I suggest you make a start.

Why are you all assuming that Nicola was the target?

The way I see it, he was killed first, and she was running away. Why not let me check on him?

- Your job's in here. - A rookie could do this.

- Havers... - Why did you get me up here?

Maybe I wanted to keep an eye on you.

Besides...

Yes, sir?

Where else would I get an experienced sergeant to work for a constable's salary?

You're a good detective. Get this right, and it'll be a big step towards your reinstatement.

You knew?

Nicola and I fought bitterly about it.

I begged her not to give up her education, but there was no talking to her.

Why didn't you say something?

I was hoping she would come to her senses and go back.

Then Andy would never have to find out.

I mean, why didn't you tell me?

I understand that you want to protect the memory of your daughter.

The habit of a lifetime, Inspector - keeping difficult, unpleasant things to myself.

All marriages have their own way of working.

This worked for us.

Nicola's mobile number.

I meant to give it to you earlier.

Thank you.

Is there something else now?

Anything?

We had a huge row just before she died.

I said some terrible things.

In the end, we weren't even speaking.

How am I going to live with that, Inspector?

I'm sorry. You'll have to excuse me.

Oh, there you are.

I've not got very far.

For every one I put away, ten more slip through the net.

Well, I've got a very good officer doing this back at the station.

I did 20 years in Vice.

Going undercover, mixing with the sickest minds in the country.

I've seen things.

These days, they offer you a session with the psychologist after every encounter.

Not back then.

My family were my therapy.

My life-support system.

Some nights, I'd come home...

...with the smell of a brothel still on me...

...and just watch her sleeping.

- Maybe you shouldn't think about it all the time. - Well, what else can I do?

Talk to Nan.

I should have a list of names for you soon.

Sir... can I ask you a question?

Goon.

What do you think about Havers joining us?

Well, who am I to question the great Inspector Lynley?

But I've no idea why he's bringing people in from outside.

I mean, a case like this - it's local knowledge that...

Just er... stretching my legs.

DS Hanken. Yeah, put him through.

- Where's this lot from? - The campsite.

That's what they found on Gerrard Cole.

Wasn't he an artist?

- Yeah, that's right. - Then why's he got a student pass?

It's not even his. It says Tony Easton.

- Really? - Has anyone looked into this?

- What's going on here? - This should be followed up. It was on Cole.

Cole's not a priority at the moment. Certainly not for you.

I am part of this team, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yeah, you're right. And I have got a very important job for you.

Get us a cup of tea. There's a good girl.

What? Is it my accent or your ears?

Count the stripes. Me sergeant, you plod. Tea. Two sugars. No milk.

- If you think... - Look, it's all right. I'll get the teas.

- Sergeant... - Yes, sir?

- Can I have a word, please? - Sir.

- How do you take your tea? - Have you got a car, Billy?

Spoke to the letting agency. The rent's 975 a month. She had a flatmate.

Hello?

And she had to have an employer's reference. A Mr Reeve.

It's a PR firm in the city centre.

Ah, come on.

Are you sure we should be doing this?

I'm about 100 per cent sure we shouldn't.

Well, we're not gonna be long, are we? My mam's got the tea on.

Have you read this?

It's really good.

Tony Easton was doing English, but he didn't complete his studies.

His tutor was Dr Webster.

What.. Gavin Webster?

- That's right. - Cool.

Thank you.

Right.

Well, what now, then?

Inspector Lynley, come to see Mr Reeve.

- Martin Reeve. How can I help you? - Can we come into the office, please?

- Sorry. Got the decorators in. Can't swing a cat. - I understand Nicola Maiden worked for you.

Yeah. Poor girl.

Terrible shame.

We're all shocked.

Tell you what - we'll go across the road.

J Romantic jazz

Thank you.

And there's the wine.

Thanks, Suzy.

You've written "employee”. That should be "ex-employee”. She didn't last long.

- Did you fire her? - She left.

- When was this? - About a month or so ago.

Any reason?

Left to move home, that's what she told me.

Got herself some posh boyfriend

with a crumbling ancestral pile out in the Peaks.

She moved into a flat with someone called Vi Nevin.

- Doesn't ring any bells. - Do you know if she went to another job?

I couldn't say.

What did she do for you, exactly?

The usual PR stuff, dealing with clients and the like.

Did she have any qualifications in public relations?

All I know is, she was a clever girl. She learnt her job fast.

I was sorry to see her go.

Lovely girl.

- What did you pay her? - The going rate.

- Which is? - I couldn't say, off the top of my head.

- Roughly. - I guess she must have been on at least 25K.

Not bad for a girl that age.

No, very good. It doesn't explain how she could afford her flat.

What's she been living off the last two months?

Her looks, probably. A pretty girl like that just has to bat her eyelids,

and some rich sod'll foot the bill.

Women, eh? Don't you just love 'em?

- Mrs Webster? - Yes?

CID. Is your husband at home?

Yes, we're in the kitchen.

- The police want to speak to you again. - Hello. I'm DC Barbara Havers,

and this is DC er... Slavin.

Can I just say, Mr Webster - it's a privilege. I've read your book, and I think it's excellent.

The story was just... excellent.

Oh, and the ending.

- Excellent. - Ah, well thank you.

Perhaps Constable Slavin would like a signed copy.

- Oh, that would be cracking! - Well, it's a pleasure.

- Can I get you anything? - No, thanks.

I see you're selling. Are you moving far away?

No. We love this place, but we could use something bigger.

- I take it this is about that poor student. - Could you just make it out to "Billy"?

Actually, I wanted to ask about another student - Tony Easton.

I understand you were his tutor. Are you still in touch?

Tony's dead.

Oh.

Erm... it was nearly two years ago.

It was just before his finals.

He would have got a first, no question.

Gavin took it very hard. He was very attached to Tony.

Look... I suppose it's all right to tell you.

He came out to his parents in his first year, and they disowned him.

Withdrew all financial support

He had a really tough time.

Typical Gavin. He took him under his wing.

No, no, not really.

I did what any decent tutor would do. I encouraged him to keep going.

- How did he die? - A diabetic coma.

He probably didn't take enough care of himself.

His poor parents.

If they'd supported him, he'd still be here.

Yes, well, don't you think they must torture themselves with that?

Given time, they might have made it up with him and been proud of their son.

But now they'll never get that chance.

They don't deserve that chance.

As I say, Gavin took it very hard. He worried that there was more he could have done.

Mum!

Excuse me.

Roddy, I'm coming.

Look, erm... can I ask what this is in connection with?

Erm... well, the murder of a young man named Gerrard Cole.

What does that have to do with Tony?

Well they found his ID in Cole's wallet

Would you have any idea why he might have had it?

Well, students fake up these ID cards all the time.

A ten-minute job on the computer.

Now, the chances are, this... Gerrard Cole

found the name of a dead person and just...

stole his identity.

Come on, Dad.

- Julian, is that you? - Come on. Let's get you to bed.

Leave me.

I'm.. just trying to help you.

Trying to help?

That's what I was trying to do.

Trying to help you.

What did you just say?

Good boy. Brave boy.

Go away, Sam.

Forget her, Julian.

She was battered to death.

She didn't want you. She got rid of your baby.

- Who told you that? - I heard the policeman tell you.

- Julian... - Why did you lie to him?

To help you.

You think I need your help? I need you to cover for me?

I think...

you've been under a lot of strain lately,

what with this place, and your dad.

But she tipped you over the edge.

She didn't give that for your feelings,

didn't realise what a wonderful person you are.

But sometimes, Julian,

people don't see what's right under their noses.

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything.

- It must have been a terrible shock for you. - Oh...

Do you... Do you think he suffered?

No. No. It would have been very quick.

- Er... I'll put the kettle on. - Thank you.

Right. You'd better put these on.

Oh.

This is really exciting. With Hanken, it was in and out, fast as he could.

Oh, wam-bam, thank you, ma'am.

This must have set him back a bit.

- But no computer. - What for?

- Making ID cards. - I don't buy that.

I mean, the ID didn't even have Gerry Cole's photo on it. What use is that?

Remind me again. Why are we doing this?

Because Hanken isn't.

"Claudette. Wild and wet."

"Frolics with Francine."

"Lesbian lovers."

Sir.

No, I'm still hard at it. Yeah.

April, 1985.

Lunch?

No, it's all right. I'll find it.

OK, bye.

- Where were you when I called? - In my office.

I was in your office.

OK, I was doing what Hanken should be doing, checking out Gerry Cole.

I found these in his flat.

Give me one good reason...

I'm not convinced Nicola was the main target. I mean, Cole was killed first...

One good reason why I shouldn't report you straight to Webberley.

Yes, Superintendent.

No, sir, we have no definite leads.

Our main line of inquiry is still revenge on Andy Maiden.

Havers? Well, what can I say?

She's been given the opportunity to show that she can obey orders.

And...

Well...

she seems to be knuckling down to it, sir.

From the phone company, sir.

A list of all calls to and from Nicola Maiden's mobile in the last three months.

Thank you.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Vi Nevin.

Yeah, I'm Vi. Did Nicola send you?

You don't know about Nicola?

What?

I'm Inspector Lynley. Could we go inside, please?

Don't tell me you've actually found something.

Well, I'd rather run it past Inspector Lynley. It might be nothing.

Er... I'll decide if it's nothing.

Are you in the same line of work as Nicola? I mean, to be able to afford a place like this...

Oh, I've had men like you.

Hoity-toity. Marbles in their mouth.

I've got this client. A barrister.

He likes me in school uniform, so he can rough me up.

Vi, please.

I just want to ask you about Nicola.

- What kind of trouble was she in? - Nicola could handle herself. OK?

Apparently not.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I can do this on my own.

So, erm... am I in trouble?

Not from me.

But what you're doing isn't very safe.

Especially now that you're on your own.

If you'll let me, I'll talk to someone I know who can help you.

I used to wish I had Nicola's life.

She was beautiful.

Clever.

Her parents loved her. She had a boyfriend who was crazy about her.

Did you ever envy her at all?

What does that mean? She looked out for me. She got me off smack, away from Reeve.

You were working for Martin Reeve?

Both of you?

Yeah. That's how we met.

At his "escort agency".

Why did you leave?

He was taking 60 per cent.

So, you decided to set up in competition?

It was Nicola's idea.

How did Reeve feel about that?

What do you think?

Someone sent Nicola a letter,

telling her to say no before it's too late.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Saying no in this game's not really an option.

Tell me, why would a girl like Nicola, who had so much going for her...

Why would she become a prostitute?

Oh, I don't know. Kicks? Easy money?

Was she interested in money?

She loved money.

She had plans. Big plans.

Like what?

I don't know, exactly.

She was the clever one.

I bet there's a list of all your clients, isn't there?

Yeah.

It's in Nicola's room.

Here. You're not allowed to touch that.

Nicola loved this old thing.

Slept with it every night.

I'm gonna keep it.

Well, she never let me down, and I'm not gonna let her down now.

Lynley.

I've got a breakthrough, sir.

Andy Maiden smashed a vice ring in 1986.

Martin Reeve was in it up to his neck.

Reeve owned a brothel that burnt down. Two prostitutes died.

Reeve sang like a bird to Andy, grassed up his sidekicks.

Maiden had him put away for ten years.

I checked with the prison services - when Reeve was inside, he had a hellish time.

Nobody likes a grass.

So, obviously, that's quite a grudge to carry.

Interesting. Good work.

That's not all, sir. I've done some more digging.

It turns out, when Reeve was inside, his wife divorced him,

emigrated to America and took their only kid.

A daughter.

You mean, he blamed Maiden, because he lost his daughter,

so he tried to make him suffer the same way?

Give that boy a lollipop.

And we now know that Nicola set up in competition,

so he'd want to punish her.

Yeah, motives, eh? First you have none. Then three come along all at once.

Look, Constable...

you did well spotting a cross-reference, but leave the rest to the big boys, yeah?

I say we bring him in, lean on him hard.

Reeve is a distinct possibility, but now we have a whole new line of inquiry,

knowing Nicola's prostitution.

So, Billy, go through her book of clients and set up some interviews.

- We'll go see Reeve again. - What would you like me to do, sir?

- Keep looking at the files. - Sir...

What we've got so far is purely circumstantial.

How did you get in?

I must have the name of your decorators - they're very fast.

So, this is a knocking shop?

An escort agency.

- You led us to believe it was a PR firm. - And so it is.

"Private relations."

I can't help your lazy assumptions!

Hey, don't get lippy with us. We know all about you.

I want it on the record that I've been co-operating.

Do you remember a Superintendent Andy Maiden?

- No. Should? - Come on. He's the guy that got you put away.

What if he was?

Isn't it rather ironic that his daughter worked for you?

And how ironic that she ended up doing the dirty on you.

And ended up dead. How ironic's that?

How ironic that I don't give a toss.

So, Nicola took Vi Nevin, plus their clients and all their income.

And you spot a chance for double revenge.

What are you accusing me of?

Where were you on the night of the 30th, from eight to ten?

I spent the night with Tania, one of my girls.

Any witnesses?

I don't like being watched on the job! Do you?

We'll want to talk with your Tania.

She's not the type to kiss and tell.

I want a list of your clients and everyone who worked for you.

Well, bookkeeping's not really my strong point.

Right. Just one more smart-Alec comment out of you...

Be my guest.

Who is it?

Erm.. it's me, Barbara.

- Oh, come in, dear. - I'm sorry. The front door was open.

That's all right. It doesn't seem right, does it?

But I had to get ready for a new tenant.

What am I gonna do with all Gerry's things -

his clothes and all these drawings?

Did you know Tony Easton?

Good Lord, yes. He was a tenant of mine.

He lived here with Gerry.

They were always broke, the pair of them.

Yet the hi-fi seems pretty new.

And he had a brand-new bike.

Did Gerry just come into some money?

Well, things were beginning to pick up for him.

He said Tony was looking after him from beyond the grave.

Mind, I never thought Gerry was a believer.

Earlier, we found a pile of prostitute cards.

Oh, I know. He was always bringing them home.

Had them up here for hours on end.

They were models for his artwork.

I'm not silly.

Gerry wasn't interested in girls. Not like that, anyway.

Tony and he - oh, a lovely couple.

Well, at least they're together again now.

That's a great comfort to me.

I had my suspicions.

Something about her. Something...

knowing.

A hardness.

The last time I saw her...

...the time we had that terrible fight, I'd answered her phone.

It was in her bag.

It was a man.

What he said, no mother should ever have to...

Anyhow, I found money there, as well

Over £500.

Nicola caught me looking in her bag, and that was...

Inspector...

does my husband have to know about this?

Perhaps you should be the one to tell him.

I can't.

Our marriage was about Andy's job.

He needed a haven, a wife.

But... really, I could have been anyone.

Are you married, Inspector?

Yes.

Do you talk to your wife?

I call her every night when I'm away.

Oh.

Do you know where I'd find Andy?

Martin Reeve.

- Do you remember the case? - I remember every case.

He ran a brothel.

Still does.

There's no easy way to tell you this, Andy.

Nicola worked for Reeve.

No, you've made a mistake. She was a student at the university.

She dropped out and went to work for him.

No.

Then, a few weeks ago, she moved into a flat with a friend, Vi Nevin,

and they worked out of there by themselves.

I'm sorry. I'm not accepting this. This is outrageous.

Andy, I wouldn't tell you this if there was any doubt.

It's my daughter you're talking about. My Nicola.

I'm so sorry.

This puts Reeve firmly in the frame, though.

He's got the motive, a flimsy alibi.

He didn't do it. Why would he?

Well, you did put him away for ten years, you know.

And while he was inside, he lost his daughter. He might hold you responsible.

He turned my Nicola into a... slab of meat...

...to be pored over by strangers.

Cheating on their wives.

Acting out their depraved fantasies.

He'd had his revenge.

Let's go back to the house, eh?

Nan is as upset as you are.

Well, for God's sake, you never told her?

Well, she knew already. At least, she suspected.

What, and she never said anything? I'll never forgive her. Never.

Don't be angry with Nan. She knew what Nicola was, and she loved her, anyway.

It was my fault, wasn't it?

I tried to make her into something she wasn't.

That's what you're saying, isn't it?

So, she kicked back at me.

Don't blame yourself.

You did what any parent would do.

Have you got children?

Talk to her.

No, I can't. I can't face her.

- You need each other now. - No, I'm sorry.

He's in a dreadful state.

I think I know how to deal with my own husband, Inspector.

I'm making lamb casserole for dinner.

Actually, Nan, I won't be staying any longer.

I'm moving into a hotel, nearer the station.

It's erm...

It's more convenient. You do understand?

Yes, of course.

- Lynley. - I was told to look through Reeve's client list,

and, well, I checked it against Nicola Maiden's, and I think I've found something.

Nicola took all her clients with her, except one.

Well done.

You could have told me Nicola was a prostitute.

- I did. I told you she was a little tart. - And you were one of her clients.

How did it feel when your son brought her home as his girlfriend?

I thought we might get a family discount. How do you think I felt?

I want a sample of your handwriting.

Why?

Letter to Nicola. "Say no, before it's too late."

Ah. So, you finally figured out it was me.

How reassuring to know we're in such capable hands!

Now, why not run along and find the killer?

- Where were you on Monday night? - Oh, please, Inspector!

I love my son.

Enough not to want him to marry a whore, but not enough to risk my liberty for him.

If you must know, I was here, as always, with my old friend...

Jack Daniels.

Are you sure you didn't know Gerrard Cole?

I never met him. I knew Nicola posed for him and I didn't like it.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

It was Vi Nevin, wasn't it? She got her into this.

After all Nicola did for her, this is how she repays her. Gets her on the game.

Filthy junkie whore.

- You haven't answered my question. - I just didn't want to talk about it, OK?

No. It's not OK.

This is a murder investigation. What else have you been hiding?

This is harassment, Inspector.

You know nothing about harassment.

I've seen enough to know that when people don't co-operate,

generally, they're hiding something.

Thanks.

Are you checking up on me?

- I'm checking in. - Oh, great.

Nice to see you too, Havers. Do you fancy a drink?

Well done on the Reeve front.

Amazing what you can do when you toe the line.

Do you think Reeve did it, then, sir?

He certainly had the motive.

I just keep getting half-truths, everywhere I turn.

This boyfriend, Julian.

He's young, strong, has a temper on him.

OK, but what could he be looking for?

Well, I don't know. Hanken...

I know.

He's the sergeant. I'm the constable.

He's the local. I'm the blow-in. He's the man and I'm the woman.

Are you accusing him of sexism?

Thanks.

Sir, would you let me talk to Vi Nevin?

No. I've spoken to her.

But... she may be able to tell us more.

I mean... she might relate to me.

I said no, Havers.

Women talk to women.

And she's vulnerable right now. She must be frightened.

Of course she's frightened.

I think Nicola was, too.

- Of what, exactly? - I don't know exactly.

But this life she was leading - streetwise call girl, hard as nails...

Yet every night, she'd cuddle up with a teddy bear.

Vi may be able to tell us more.

But if go and see her tomorrow.

Oh, what's Dick Tracy doing here?

Dinner was his suggestion.

Why don't you join us? A bit of PR wouldn't go amiss.

No, I'll pass. No, he's all yours. Enjoy.

This is an absolute pleasure, sir.

There's nothing like unwinding with a colleague.

♪ Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, 2nd Movement

What's going on?

I thought we'd have a nice meal - just the two of us.

Your dad's passed out.

He knew about Nicola.

- What about her? - That she was a prostitute.

That explains why he hated her so much.

I heard him telling that policeman.

You're always lurking, aren't you?

Listening in, picking up titbits.

Just looking out for you, Jules.

Here.

You and me - we should be looking out for each other.

Here's to... the living.

Nicola's dead, Jules.

But I'm here for you.

I can help you forget.

You make me sick.

Oh, come on. At least with me, you know your dad never got there first.

Andy?

Andy!

Come on up.

Hi, love. Looking for business?

Really? Right.

No, I don't know what you're talking about!

Keep the change.

Ms Nevin?

Vi?

Reeve's your man. I'd stake my career on it.

And I still say, bring him in. Give me a shot at him, sir. I'll crack him.

- I don't think so. Green tea? - No. What?

You don't think I've got it in me?

I don't think it's a wise move, letting him see our hand.

With no hard evidence, we may have to wait till he trips himself up.

Or kills again.

Excuse me. That'll be my wife.

Hi, darling... Oh, hello.

I'm at Vi Nevin's flat.

You'd better get over here, sir.

Oh, Andy...

I just wanted to talk to her.

I thought that she might... you know... open up to me.

I specifically asked you not to come here.

Yeah, but we are missing something to do with Gerry Cole.

I wanted to ask her about him, because I think we should...

Stop there, Havers. You are now officially off this case.

- But, sir... - There's a woman lying dead there.

This is neither the time nor the place for this conversation.

Give your witness statement to an officer.

Then first thing tomorrow, you head back to London and report to Webberley.

- Sir... - Yes, Billy?

- I've found this, sir. - Dust it for prints and have it analysed.

Breakthrough, sir. The neighbours report seeing a man running towards a black BMW. Y-reg.

Reeve. Bring him in.

Yes. I knew I was right.

What were you doing in Vi Nevin's flat tonight?

I wasn't there.

We found a bag of heroin at the victim's flat, with your fingerprints all over it.

So? I gave it her ages ago.

A man matching your description was seen running to a car like yours.

It's a coincidence. Must be.

- We've got eyewitnesses. - We can organise a line-up.

Al right.

I was there.

- I knew it. - Goon, Mr Reeve.

I went to see her.

Took her a little present, just to ease the way.

Good-quality gear, it was, too.

Now, I am co-operating again.

I don't care about your co-operation.

Was that the only reason you went?

Maybe it was a bit of a friendly warning.

I've got a good business going here, and suddenly you're breathing down my neck.

I just wanted to...

- Shut her up once and for all? - No!

A tiny slip of a girl? She wouldn't stand a chance.

She was fine when I left her.

- So, why didn't you tell us that before? - Why do you think?

- Because you killed her. - Why would I?

She was a good little earner. She'd have been back.

Do you know how much clients will pay for someone who looks 11 years old?

I mean, what use is she to me, dead?

I mean, I do have some kinky customers.

But she'd soon be past her sell-by date! Do you know what I mean, eh?

- You're sick. I'm charging you with the m... - Excuse me, Sergeant. Can we have a word?

- I'm in the middle of an interview. - Charge him with living off immoral earnings

and being concerned in the supply of heroin.

Throw in attempting to pervert the course of justice.

But not murder. These fingerprints don't match those on the murder weapon.

Well, if he didn't do it, who the hell did?

Sir, there's someone to see you.

Samantha?

Who did this to you?

He did. Julian Britton.

What happened?

I'm sorry, Inspector.

You remember I told you I was with him the night Nicola was killed?

Well, I lied.

- I know that. Why? - He made me do it.

But I felt really bad about it.

I told him I was going to tell you the truth,

and he just went crazy and started kicking and punching me.

He said he'd do to me what he did to Nicola.

I thought he was going to kill me.

But I got away.

Take her to the police surgeon straightaway.

All done, sir. There's nobody downstairs.

Sir!

Right. Come on. Mr Britton!

Come on, Mr Britton.

That's enough, Sergeant!

Is that you, Julian?

We're the police, Mr Britton. Do you know where your son is?

Such a good boy.

Always trying to help.

- He's done a runner. - Right. Search the grounds. Put out an alert.

But if he's detained, I don't want anyone to interrogate him until I get there. Right?

I mean anyone.

The next train to depart from platform seven

is the 1527 service to London Euston,

calling at Stockport Macclesfield...

Thanks.

Yeah, it's Julian Britton.

Suicide.

Looks like an admission of guilt to me.

Or despair.

Well, he knew the net was closing in. Takes the coward's way out.

Looks like we can close the case. And sir, it's been a pleasure working with you.

This case isn't closed yet, Sergeant. Take his prints and see if they match...

- Sir... - You'd better be on that train.

No, sir... I think I've cracked it.

- This had better be good. - I found this in Gavin Webster's office.

He was having an affair with a student, Tony Easton,

who was Gerry Cole's lover.

Now, Tony died last year, and Webster never got over it.

- What has this got to do with anything? - Well, Webster lied to me about knowing Cole.

Now, I saw something in his flat. If I could just find it...

You have no idea of the trouble you're in. Such a breach of discipline...

Yes!

Yes.

Now, this is Cole's writing, yet it's the same quote on the front of Gavin Webster's book.

Now, Webster denied ever knowing Cole,

yet this shows he was involved with him in some way.

Well, it's too much to be a coincidence.

Now, he was in love with Tony.

Well, I reckon he was jealous of Cole, and that's why he killed him.

OK, erm...

Maybe Cole threatened to tell Webster's wife that he was gay,

and he was blackmailing him

and there were large cash withdrawals from his bank.

So, why kill Vi Nevin? What was he looking for at the murder scene?

Well, maybe there's photos of them together somewhere.

Bring him in. It's the only way that we...

We? Havers, there is no "we". I thought I made that clear when I said you were off this case.

But you can't ignore this.

You said yourself that Vi Nevin was terrified. Well, maybe she was hiding something.

All you've done so far is dig up some dirt on the man's private life - if that.

And we think we know who the killer is.

Who?

It doesn't concern you.

I suggest that you phone for a taxi and go to the railway station.

Bad news, sir. Julian Britton's prints aren't the ones on the weapon that killed Vi Nevin.

I thought we were about to wrap this one up. Looks like we're back at square one.

Thank you.

I'm going to read a few passages, and then I'll answer any questions.

"Love binds our bodies...

...and frees our souls."

Thanks, mate.

I've asked myself that many times, and the answer is, I don't know where it came from.

I've come to accept that writing is a gift.

A mysterious and beguiling gift.

What Sylvia Plath calls "that rare and random descent".

I sometimes wonder...

- Do you recognise these words? - Yes.

This is Cole's handwriting.

Look at the date.

That's before your book was published.

If you didn't know Cole, how could he have written these words?

Well, it's perfectly simple.

I let Tony see an early draft of my book.

Now, he must have picked up on it and repeated it to this Gerrard Cole.

Sir, I've got something you need to see.

Excuse me.

- Havers, I can't. - Sir, please.

This evidence is crucial.

You didn't write Grey Dawn. Tony Easton did.

This is meaningless.

I sent Tony my first draft, and he changed the names, for a joke.

Ah, then how do you explain this?

'Dear Tony, Thank you for letting me read Grey Dawn.

It is an outstanding piece of writing, which must be published.

I have every faith in you and will support you in any way I can.

Yours in admiration...

Gavin."

Why did you publish his book as your own?

- I didn't. - We have the original manuscript.

And this letter proves that the work isn't yours.

I didn't do it lightly.

Excuse me. We're supposed to be investigating a murder, not plagiarism.

Goon.

Tony meant a great deal to me.

I was the only one he trusted with his work.

Now and then...

.I gave him some money...

...bought his dinner.

And he said...

...one day, he'd pay me back.

Well, in a way, that's how I saw it.

Besides, who could it hurt?

His memory. His family.

His family had disowned him. They deserved nothing from him.

And you did? So, you stole from Tony?

No.

I just.. borrowed from him.

I thought it would open doors for my own writing. I never expected this degree of success.

Whoever killed Nicola Maiden, Gerrard Cole and Vi Nevin was looking for something.

This was it, wasn't it?

The manuscript on this disk.

- How should I know? - Was Cole blackmailing you?

No.

I found this in Viand Nicola's flat.

They were in on it, weren't they?

Cole suddenly had money to burn, and if we look in your bank details,

we will see that you have withdrawn large sums of cash.

We found very clear fingerprints on the weapon that killed Vi.

You don't mind if we take yours, to make sure they don't match?

Cole was blackmailing me.

He said he had proof Tony had written the book.

He threatened to go to the press.

I gave him £5,000...

which I could ill afford.

I'd only got an advance of 2,000.

It would take years for the royalties to come in.

But Cole wanted another 10,000, you see.

In return for his evidence.

When I got there, he'd changed his mind.

"Why let go of a good thing?" he said.

So, then you murdered them?

And then, when you couldn't find this at the campsite,

you went to the flat and you killed Vi Nevin.

No.

It wasn't like that.

I was angry.

He was laughing at me.

! didn't want to kill anyone.

Least of all Nicola.

I didn't want to kill anybody.

I just...

I just wanted to make my wife proud.

Three murders.

She must be very proud.

Hey.

- It is this morning, isn't it? - Is what this morning?

Sir, he's ready to see us.

Right. Erm... I'll meet you outside Webberley's office in a minute, OK?

I'm not involved in briefing Webberley, am I?

No.

Look, a lot of the work you did up there was wonderful, and I'll make sure Webberley knows.

Presenting the facts...

It's a matter of rank.

Hanken was my DS.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, isn't that what this case is about?

Somebody stealing someone's idea and taking credit for it?

Well, as you would say, sir, how ironic.

Fine.