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Don't forget the celebrant. I won't
forget the celebrant. And then no

back. I don't want to turn back.

You're the best.

Cheers. The best man.

You're choking.

Oh, brilliant.

I've got to get cracking on a box night.

Not before I have a bed.

Let's get on the floor. Let's get on the
floor. Get down here, okay?

Hello? Hello?

You should probably take Frankie
permanently.

so she's not pulled between two people.

Well, I dismember them with a rusty old
circular saw.

I mean, yeah.

One of those serrated blade choppies,
you know, really fire enough to start

their arms and legs.

Crime fiction bestseller Brendan
Trapmont starting our festival with a

Bill Pereira, author of the critically
acclaimed Alex Thorne mysteries.

What's your perfect murder?

If I had to choose, it would be
something silent, untraceable.

Bore them to death?

I was going to suggest the pillow over
the face.

Leave no evidence, almost foolproof.

Gripping star.

Lena.

You had us all gasping for breath with
the latest instalment of your mermaid

-themed romantic series, The Siren's
Conch.

How would you do away with your victim?

Well, murder isn't something that I turn
my mind to very often. I think that my

readers prefer drowning in desire.

Brendan.

You've always said that when you're
writing Johnny Fox, you had to live his

life. Wasn't it dangerous immersing
yourself in the criminal underworld?

There's no other way to get inside a
story.

That's why Johnny Fox feels so real.

What about Lena's work?

Do you expect her to breathe underwater
or to commune with Poseidon for her...

Sorry, what's the genre again, Lena?
Mermaid smut.

Romanticy.

I think that the true appeal of my work
is the celebration of women unashamedly

owning and satisfying their desires.

Maybe the idea of a satisfied woman is
foreign to you, Brendan.

Well, in the words of Johnny Fox,
there's nothing as lethal as a woman's

But hey, you know, whatever floats your
boat.

I mean, who cares if the critics call it
thinly disguised pornography?

And they also called your novels airport
pulp, as I recall.

Oh, there you go, Will.

Here's your latest review.

Aren't you officially retired?

Writer's block?

Wrong.

Coming soon, my new novel.

Branded a Johnny Fox mystery.

A bikey gang is cutting a murderous wave
across the country, leaving a slew of

bodies in their wake.

Each victim branded on their wrist.

Please tell me you didn't brand
yourself.

I told you. I've got to live Johnny
Fox's life.

Okay, but you killed him off in your
last book. He's dead.

It's going to take more than death to
stop Johnny Fox.

We haven't even started the Q &A.

Yeah, make yourself useful. We have
questions.

Okay, well, I'm his publisher, ladies
and gentlemen, and not even I knew about

that one.

And that was our last question. Please
thank our panellists.

Lena Shaw, Will Pereira, and who knows
where he's gone, Brendan Trutmore.

Don't miss our next panel, Wave of
Hormones, Coastal YA.

Uncle Kubo.

He swept me this before the panel
started.

Summoned. Whiskey and cigars with my
girls after the panel.

Good, because he's got some explaining
to do.

You were brilliant.

I'm going to go find a quiet place for
this one.

I love you. I love you too.

Did you really not know about Brendan's
new book?

He wasn't a guaranteed bestseller. I'd
kill him.

Brendan, you owe me details.

Brendan?

Blimey. Brendan Trapmore.

I read three of his Johnny Fox books on
the plane back from the UK once. Big

mistake. Oh, yeah, they're terrible.

Oh, I couldn't put them down. Didn't
sleep a wink.

Brutality.

Guest access only.

Do we have a list of who was staying
here?

The only other ones that checked in were
the two panellists and the moderator.

OK.

Reggie, can you tap off the area and
Felix get statements from all the

attendees? Yeah, sure.

We're done.

Killer dropped the knife then. Looks
like it.

Oh, Glenn.

Already here.

Morning, mate.

That wound to the upper chest.

Any defence wounds?

Not that I can see, no.

A writer who died with his pen in his
hand.

How poetic.

The patch means the death.

A Johnny Fox mystery.

That is absolutely savage.

There's a scene in there with a
pillowcase full of broken glass.

Gave me nightmares.

Branded.

The new Johnny Fox.

Get him!

The few bits of broken gold chain.

Someone must have ripped the chain from
around his neck.

Did you check his pockets? Was there a
wallet?

Nothing in there.

A broken gold chain, no wallet, signs of
forced entry here.

Robbery gone wrong?

Brendan came in through the back, didn't
see them, they got startled?

He's still holding his pen, so clearly
he was at the desk signing when the

killer came in.

The intruder broke the lock on the front
door with...

With what? With what? With that.

But it's already unlocked.

It snipped to the right, so why smash
it?

Unless you wanted it to look like a
robbery gone wrong, a horrible

accident with...

No premeditation.

The killer didn't exit through the front
door. They dropped the knife here as

they left.

We're surrounded by cliffs.

There's only one way in, the guest -only
gate.

So the killer had to be a salon with
access.

Mm -hmm.

How's Frankie?

Driving me nuts.

Barking at every surfer that walks past.

She misses you.

Take her for a run if you wanted to.

I think a claim breaks easier.

Victim's a walk -in pharmacy.

Bathroom is full of prescription drugs.

We'll get them tested.

Hey, don't work too late. You've got to
be at the surf club till seven.

I'll box night.

I'll box.

It's going to be debauchery and chaos.

I've, uh... I've booked a magician.

Glenn?

Mackenzie?

Uh, so who found the body?

Miranda East, I'm Brendan's publisher.

I was hosting the panel for Brendan and
my other writers, Will Pereira and Lena

here. The panel was from 10 till 11am?

Yes, but Brendan walked out early, about
10 .30. Not for the first time either,

he hates the Q &A.

We have questions.

Typical Brendan, made his big
announcement and then waltzed off.

What was this announcement?

His first book in five years, Branded.

But the manuscript was in his room.

So it exists.

Shouldn't his publisher know about his
new novel?

Well, you would think.

I had no idea it was even happening. He
sprung it on us while we were on the

panel. Loved to keep me and everyone on
their toes. Nightmare, really.

Sounds like he was quite difficult to
work with.

No, no, not at all.

I mean, he could be a bit erratic.

You knew him pretty well?

I used to be his assistant.

Brendan always encouraged me to write.

Even when I didn't know what I was
doing, he saw something in me.

So Brendan left the panel, the rest of
you stayed for the Q &A.

Why go to his villa afterwards?

Oh, he slipped me this note.

Whiskey and cigars with my girls after
the panel B.

With my girl.

I know.

Made me slightly patronising.

What happened when you got there?

So we went inside and he was, you know,
covered in

blood, still holding his pen.

And I tried to call the police, but I
couldn't get any reception at the villa,

so I had to run back up.

In those?

I broke a heel on the... Stupid drain.

Do you know if Brendan had any enemies
at all?

Well, according to him, he had enemies
baying for his blood from Hobart to Cape

York. What about today? Anyone
suspicious in the audience?

Ginny would have noticed.

My wife.

She was filming the panel.

I'll introduce you.

Just your usual festival crowd.

And you were at the panel the whole
time?

Yeah.

Did you see anyone following Brendan
when he left?

Arlo was grizzling. I was trying to film
it.

We'll meet the footage.

Yeah, I'll send it when I get a chance.

Now? Please?

Fine.

But my camera's in the room.

Oh.

When Miranda left, what did you do?

I was right behind her.

That's when we ran into Will.

Brendan's dead.

He was coming up the path.

Will Pereira. Sorry, I'm not signing
anything right now.

Oh, I was so hoping you could make one
out to Detective Sergeant Mackenzie

Clark.

Hello, Detective Sergeant.

Was he really stabbed?

Miranda said something about a knife.

Yeah, but perhaps if I ask the question?

Of course.

When did you last see Brendan?

When he walked off.

And you didn't leave the panel at all?

No.

What about after the Q &A?

I signed some books and then headed back
to my villa.

Where did you bump into Miranda and
Lena?

In the garden. They were very shaken. I
told them not to go back into Brendan's

villa.

Why?

They'd already disturbed the crime scene
once.

Not great for forensics if they kept
going back in.

Expert, are you?

Not detective.

I've read a lot of crime novels.

I know the basics.

I've read them.

You don't.

Yes. Now, this is interesting.

I wonder who did the cover art.

Now, that one is boring.

Hang on.

Yeah.

A copy of Will's book has been placed in
front of all of Brendan's.

So, nobody's reported a robbery or
anything suspicious.

Staff accounted for. They were all at a
meeting nowhere near the village.

I've just got to chase up a couple, but
they'll get back to me soon.

Who else had access?

Just the four people on the panel.

And Ginny, who was filming.

One of them must have snuck out.

Doesn't look like it. I've just skimmed
through Ginny's footage.

They're present the whole time.

Brendan surprises everyone with the
announcement of a new book. And then, 35

minutes later, he's dead.

One of the enemies that Miranda and Lena
mentioned?

They couldn't have got in.

The only people who could have killed
Brendan had guest access, and they were

all on that panel. I saw them in the
footage.

It's impossible.

Yet somehow, it's not.

Lena Shaw, author of Mermaid -themed...

Erotica, what are we calling it?

Romance -y. Yeah, not my thing.

Romance, absolutely.

No,

thanks.

Okay. She is the former assistant to
Brendan, Miranda East, his publisher,

Will Pereira, who's, yes, another crime
fiction author.

Yes, that is the panel.

And then Ginny Shaw, Lena's wife. She
was filming the whole thing.

Mm -hmm. Just, can I, why, what, what?

Oh, it's for the books.

Has that been airbrushed?

No, it has not.

Mackenzie, I've been reviewing the
footage from the panel and Will is no

Brendan, I can tell you that, but listen
to this.

Is that a baby boy?

Ah, Luna and Ginny's baby.

Arlo.

Oh, it's getting fainter.

Ginny said she was at the panel the
whole time, but it sounds like she left

the baby.

I also just got an email from one of the
staff that left early.

He said he saw Brendan arguing with the
woman holding a baby before the panel.

She said, you have no idea who you're
dealing with.

Well, we need to speak to Ginny again.

Colin, I want that out of here.

Oh, sorry.

Did you leave the panel this morning at
any point? I took Arlo outside to change

in. I've gone, like, five minutes?

Yeah. Six minutes, actually. We can hear
your return on the footage.

I wasn't trying to hide it. I just
forgot.

I'm so sleep -deprived, I nearly brushed
my teeth with nappy cream this morning.

Did you have an altercation with Brendan
prior to the panel?

A small one.

I'd just gotten Arlo to sleep and
Brendan bumped into us. Woke him up.

You have no idea who you're dealing
with.

That sounds like a threat.

Did I say that?

I didn't mean to threaten him. I'm just
on a very short fuse at the moment.

I haven't slept more than a few hours in
the three months since we had him.

And we went to so much trouble to have
him.

Wasn't smooth sailing.

Putting it lightly.

But he was worth it.

Actually, do you mind? No.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You're OK.

Yeah.

Must be tough travelling with a baby.

Wouldn't you rather stay at home?

Oh, no.

Lena's worked so hard to get away from
Brendan to focus on her career. I just

want to be as supportive as I can.

Get away from him, Mum.

I thought he encouraged her.

She'd say that, but back when she was
his assistant, she did everything for

His cleaning, his research, signed his
books for him, the work.

Sorry, he's a bit of a spewer.

The Brendan Trapmore Brandon manuscript?

Oh, gosh.

Inconsistent tenses, spelling all over
the shop, and the women... The

aren't well -rounded at all. I mean,
they're well -rounded, if you know what

mean, but their personalities are...
Like you could do better.

That is uncanny that you should say
that, Felix.

The Rocco files sophisticated crime
fiction from a mature female

Now, this little baby, she's ready for
her first review.

So, either of you keen to give it a go?

Yeah? Yeah.

Felix! Good.

Thank you so much.

I cannot wait to hear your thoughts.

Biggie?

Good on you, Felix.

Whoa!

Watch him.

Oh, come on.

All this space and they parked this
close.

I think that's Miranda's car.

This old bump?

Did you not see her high heels? That's a
week's wages right there.

And that broken heel. What a waste.

Why do you think it's hers?

Loafers. Under the steering wheel.

You shouldn't drive a car in stilettos.

Felix?

A fight?

No.

This is you and Brandon.

Last year's festival.

Looks like you took a real swing at
Brendan there.

Almost took out Lena as well.

Not my finest hour.

What was the fight about?

Brendan harangued Miranda for an advance
copy of my book and decided to use this

very public forum to spoil the ending.

But no one was hurt.

I wasn't. And nothing stopped Brendan
when he was in the mood. He took a fan

back to his villa that night, probably
some poor moon -eyed aspiring writer who

thought he was the real deal.

You're saying he wasn't?

He was very good at selling a certain
image, especially to people he wanted to

sleep with.

Your image is very different, though,
isn't it?

I mean, you know, I've read the Alex
Thorne novels.

So you said.

What did you think?

Yeah. I guess the killer in the first
one.

When? Page 20.

Oh, 15.

The serviette.

I mean, where else is the powder going
to come from?

You know, of course.

Well, you should read the new one. It's
out now, and there's a red herring in it

that I'm very proud of, pointing the
reader one way so they don't look the

other. I've improved, detective.

Well, yourselves have at least.

A huge jump in the last five years since
Brendan stopped writing.

Almost as well as Brendan in his prime.

It's not a competition.

So why did you put your book in front of
his on the display table this morning?

No idea what you're talking about.

Hmm.

I think you were livid that he was back
with a new novel because you knew it

would eat into your sales.

Brandon, the Johnny Fox mystery.

You're suggesting I killed Brendan over
a book.

Not just absurd.

Impossible.

I was on the panel, on camera, while he
was being murdered.

Well, Brendan took his research
seriously.

Miranda's financials?

Absolute shambles.

She's deep in the red with debts.

Everywhere. Brendan announcing a new
Johnny Fox novel must have been very

news for her.

That's a shame he didn't put the same
effort into his prose as he did his

handwriting. Son of a... Who are they?

A local bikey gang.

He must have been talking to them about
his book.

Hang on.

Huh.

Brendan used biro in all of these until
his most recent one.

Can you switch pens?

Yes. Huh.

To this rather expensive -looking
fountain pen.

Going by his journals, he'd never used
it before.

A gift, maybe?

I'll chase it up.

Stationery is my thing, so... Oh, how
did you go with the branded manuscript?

Oh, God, where do I start?

You know what? I'll just read it myself.

I've got to know.

Frankie! It's not him!

I'm sorry.

How's Brandon?

Do we know how Johnny survives being
chopped up into a thousand pieces by

propeller in the last book?

No.

All he said about it is that...

No helicopter blade is as lethal as the
love of a treacherous woman.

He's not wrong.

Frankie?

Nate. Did it get him? Was she bitten?

Well, Colin, I've got to get him a vet.

Shall I call Glenn?

No, no, no. Just let him enjoy his
night.

That's actually my body. I believe that.
I believe that.

All right, team. The fun bus is arriving
out front, so finish your drinks and

let's go.

Sorry, which of the two bars are going?
The sticky floor or the other?

Oh, you little face. I know you better
than that.

You're a legend, Cole.

You are the best man.

The night's not started yet. Let's go,
people.

I mean it, mate. You've had some knocks
lately, but you always come through.

Come on, mate.

Let's do it.

How

is

she?

Yeah, they gave her the antivenom, and
it put on an IV drip.

Hi, Sarah.

Hi, Glenn.

They said that we should prepare
ourselves.

No change.

Colin told you?

I'm glad he did.

I yelled at her earlier.

She was barking and barking.

She was barking at the snake.

She was trying to warn you, Michael.

Why would you let her go off like that?

No, that's not fair.

No, ever since she was a puppy, she's
been running around at Mum's place and

your place.

This was an accident. This is not my
fault. I'm not saying it's your fault.

saying that since you've come back,
these things just keep happening.

What are you talking about?

Come on, Mac.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

And since you've come home, everything
is harder. Oh, your life. It would just

be so much easier if I'd never come
back.

Yeah, I guess it would be.

Uh -huh.

I'm going to go.

Will you let me know if there's a
change?

How's Frankie?

Um, it could go either way.

Awesome.

Um, how are you?

Colin, can we... Can we just... work?

How's Johnny Fox?

Well, he's heartbroken.

Because he found out his lover, Calypso,
has found love with someone else

because, well, she thought he was dead.

Perfecto. Found love with a woman.

Go on. Do you know who Calypso is in
Greek mythology?

Would it surprise you if I told you I
didn't?

The one who conceals.

And she's a mermaid.

A mermaid?

I was in love with him. I mean, it felt
like love, but then everything does when

you're 25.

Eventually, I realised that what I
really wanted was his approval, which is

of why I had to stop working for him, to
make my own way as a writer and a

person.

You were tempted back to him, though,
weren't you?

You talk quite a lot about giving in to
your desires.

Is that what happened last year?

When he took a fan back to his room?

This poor moon -eyed aspiring writer who
thought he was the real deal?

Once, a moment of weakness.

Ginny and I had been going through hell
with IVF and Brendan could be very...

charismatic.

Ginny doesn't know.

She always had a thing about Brendan.

She thought that he mistreated me when I
was his assistant.

Did he?

Maybe. He was a terrible boss.

But he was an amazing writing teacher.

And now he's dead.

The man who holds a secret that could
ruin your relationship.

You're wrong.

Ginny and I went through the ringer to
have Arlo.

Years of IVF. If we can survive that...

then me having a one -nighter with
Brendan isn't going to make a dent.

You look up to someone for years.

They take advantage of you, then sell
you out in their book.

Yeah, but would you kill for it?

She's right. Her and Jenny have been
through a lot.

Mackenzie, I've got a word with you.

Hmm?

Is there any news on Frankie?

Oh, no.

Well, if you need some time off, you
need to go to the vet.

They'll update me if anything changes.

Or Glenn.

Glenn.

He's very upset about me.

Is everything okay there?

Professionally?

Yeah, of course.

It's fine.

Yeah, of course.

Oh, well, off you go. Mm -hmm.

Are you glad I came back?

Am I glad?

Hmm.

Is me being here something that's made
your life easier?

You mean professionally?

Yes, I do, of course.

Absolutely.

What about on any other level?

Don't you have something you have to be
doing? Yeah, I do. Yep.

What are

you two there?

Nothing. Nothing.

It's Reggie's book.

I told her I'd give it a read and give
her my thoughts.

Is it good?

Good. Ah, look.

Not my thing.

Generally, I prefer something a little
less... adult.

Oh, my days.

I mean, people can read and write
whatever they want. Who am I to judge?

But she was my teacher.

Yeah, well, um... Good luck with that.

Mamma mia!

Enzo, potrei essere tua madre?

Si.

Allora, se mai dovessi venire in
Australia, chiamami.

Si.

Ciao, ciao.

What a lovely bloke.

What?

Oh, oh, I've been learning Italian on my
phone for the last few months. I'm on a

200 -day streak.

Anyway, that was the charming Enzo from
the Greste Company in Milano.

That's Milan.

That is where Brennan's pen comes from.

Expensive? Oh, yeah.

So why would a killer wanting to sell us
a robbery gone wrong leave it behind?

Maybe they didn't know it was expensive.

Did Enzo... Enzo.

Enzo. Yep. Did they tell us who bought
it?

Si. A company called 43 Global.

And what do they do?

They're Brendan's new publisher.

Signed contract from 43 Global, a
massive media company with exclusive

the new Johnny Fox series, starting with
Brandon.

Not just the book.

Film adaptations, television rights,
graphic novels, the works.

43 such sharks they would have promised
him the world.

You knew?

I had an idea. People talk.

Losing your best -selling author.

Tough break for a struggling publisher.

Money and fame were all that mattered to
him, not loyalty and sure as hell not

friendship. Do you know his first book
was rejected nine times before I took it

on? I built him up from nothing and this
is how he repays me.

A writer of brutal crime novels gets
brutally murdered. That's a story that

guarantees his old bestsellers keep
selling for you.

Oh, yeah.

I'd kill him, all right.

But he was already dead when I found
him.

Ah, Glenn.

I'll talk to you results around.

I haven't heard anything. Have you?

I'm going to go there after this.

Autopsy, then.

Fatal wound to the right lung, and the
knife in the blood is a match.

Any prints?

No. No sign of struggle either, which I
think I can explain.

Stab wound was what killed him, but I've
done a basic tox, and, well... There

were a lot of drugs in his room.

And he took all of them.

He would have been, let's just say,
slow.

Yep. That explains why he was stabbed in
the chest, but there was no sign of a

struggle.

His inner left wrist, was there any
branding or scarification?

No. No tattoos, no scars, but I suppose
a tough guy, he didn't have much to show

for it. Right.

He had nothing to do with the funnel
webs.

He wasn't living Johnny Fox's life.

Doesn't look like it.

But someone would.

What do you want now?

Lena told me about Brendan, if that's
why you're here.

It was a dumb mistake that meant
nothing.

Actually, we're here about your tattoo.

You've covered it in vine leaves, but
it's a funnel -web spider, isn't it?

So?

The symbol of the Funnel Web's bikey
gang, right?

Can we please see your wrist?

They call it the exit fee.

Punishment for leaving.

You hold out your arm, cut your teeth,
and once it's done, you're free.

When I was working for Brendan, I told
him Ginny's story.

Showing off, I suppose.

Wanted him to think that I was cool and
dangerous.

I never thought that he'd use it.

So you knew about Brandon before the
announcement?

Well, sort of.

I mean, he rang me trying to get my
permission to use Ginny's story.

I said no.

You have no idea who you're dealing
with.

It was a threat.

Yeah, it was.

And I assumed that was the end of it.

But then he announced it on the panel.

He didn't even change the name of the
gang.

The connection to me is so obvious.

The funnel webs would think you've
spoken to Brendan.

Yeah.

And the one thing they don't like is
publicity.

You think they'd come after you in
retribution?

I know they would.

It's a pretty good reason to want to
take Brendan out of the picture.

Exposing you to danger like that.

I have a dodgy past.

I was born into it.

My dad was in it. My brothers. But it
was never by choice. I'm not a killer.

Not even to protect your family?

I'd do anything to protect my family.

But I told him he couldn't use my story
and assumed that was it.

You're the only one that had
opportunity.

I had a baby strapped to me all day.

I couldn't have killed anyone.

Ginny had good reason to hate Brendan,
putting her family in danger like that.

And having a thing with Lena.

Lena said Ginny didn't know beforehand,
but maybe she did.

But she only had a six -minute window
during that Q &A, not a lot of time.

And hard to imagine her doing a thing
with Arlo there.

Where are we going?

Fruit shop.

Baby Arlo?

Straps. Wow, impressive skills, Felix.

Yeah, I don't have a world -best uncle
mug for nothing.

Okay, right.

So, Judy left the panel at 10 .46, back
at 10 .52.

Ready? Wow, wow. Baby crying.

Go!

Oh, don't leave it.

Oh, oh, don't leave him. Don't pick him
up.

I'm Brendan, writing in my notebook with
my expensive useful pen.

Okay,

yep, stop. And you're back at the panel.

Even if you legged it, you wouldn't have
made it.

Then how did it happen?

You dropped your pen.

Which makes sense, doesn't it?

Does it?

If someone attacked you with a knife,
you would drop your pen, wouldn't you?

Brendan didn't.

Maybe he didn't see them. The killer
surprised him. How could they surprise

when he was stabbed in the chest?

There were no defensive wounds on his
body. Like he didn't fight back at all.

Why not?

Freeze response?

It happens.

Well, he didn't freeze when Will hit him
at last year's Writers' Festival.

It's almost like he didn't see his...

Kayla coming at us all, but...

He didn't say them.

Because it hadn't happened yet.

What are you doing?

The knife had to go somewhere.

Yeah, in an evidence bag.

And this one?

Brendan Trapmore, best -selling crime
writer, murdered in his

villa, but much like his infamous rogue
detective,

Johnny Fox.

The story of his murder wasn't what it
seemed.

Act 1.

Brendan returns to his villa. Act 2.

Lena and Miranda find his body. But the
twist.

Brendan wasn't actually murdered until
Act 3.

Our killer crafted the story of a
robbery gone wrong. The smashed lock on

front door.

The gold chain ripped from his neck. The
bloodied knife on the deck. But I

found... Some plot holes.

I did.

Including that expensive pen.

Not just a gift from Brendan's new
publisher, no. This pen was the

complication in our killer's plot.

Why would a killer who wanted to sell us
a robbery not take it when it was such

a dead giveaway?

Because...

You had to leave the scene exactly as it
looked when you discovered Brendan's

body. Isn't that right, Lena?

What? The lock on the front door, that
was easy enough to fudge. You'd just

Miranda round the back to see the knife
that you'd planted there earlier.

Look.

And you pointed it out to her, setting
your scene.

A knife.

covered in fake blood, just like your
hand when you discovered Brendan's body.

It really is just such a lovely shade of
red, that lip gloss.

Why would I put a knife there?

To sell the fiction that Brendan had
already been stabbed and the fleeing

had dropped the knife.

A knife Brendan didn't see because he
came in through the front door.

So, what other conclusion could there be
other than Brendan was dead? But he was

dead. No, Miranda, he just...

looked it.

He had fallen down there after
struggling to sign his books because he

drugged by a former assistant who knew
his habits.

All you had to do was slip a mix of the
barbiturates and sedatives that he had

on him into his whiskey before the
panel.

You knew that he never went to the Q &A,
but he would go back for his usual

smoke and drink.

When the drugs took effect, Brendan
tried to stand to get help or to get to

bed. I don't know, but the important
thing is he was holding that pen when he

slid to the floor and fell unconscious.

Which brings me to the note.

Ginny said as his assistant, you did
everything for Brendan.

It's a pretty good copy of Brendan's
handwriting.

Why would I do that?

Invite myself and Miranda there to make
sure you had a witness.

Someone to say Brendan was dead when you
found him.

And then when Miranda left to call the
police, that's when you took your

And then you quickly staged the scene to
look like a robbery, smashing the lock,

ripping the chain, lifting his wallet,
but you couldn't take that pen.

Miranda had already seen it.

Robbery scene set.

You swapped the real murder weapon for
the knife covered in your lip gloss that

you had planted there earlier.

Then there was only one thing left to
do, drop the decoy knife down the drain,

the same drain that Miranda broke her
designer heel on.

Your prints were all over it, Lena.

Brendan Trapmore put your family at risk
from the funnel web.

But as it so happens, he put your family
at risk in more ways than one.

As we all know, in Greek mythology,
Calypso... A mermaid whose name

as she who conceals.

I had a one -night stand.

So what? With Brendan at this venue at
last year's festival, that's what.

That is how you knew there was no phone
reception in Brendan's villa and Miranda

would need to leave to call the police.

Giving you your chance to shut him up
for good.

Why would she do that?

In your room, we found... Lactation
medication.

To help Ginny breastfeed.

Because you're Arlo's birth mother.

Aren't you, Lena? Not Ginny.

Fine.

I did the IVF. I carried Arlo. Ginny
breastfeeds.

That doesn't prove anything.

Are you going to tell her?

Or am I?

Arlo is Brendan's son.

No. No, that's not possible.

Conceived a year ago at last year's
Writers' Festival.

He's three months old, isn't he?

You can't prove that.

I already have.

Sorry. He's a bit of a spewer.

The DNA's a match.

Brendan was Arlo's father.

You knew he would hold that over you
forever.

You knew that even though you and Ginny
had survived so much, that was the one

threat that could break your family
apart.

After everything we've been through, I
couldn't risk losing our family.

I couldn't.

And now you have.

Lynn Shaw, you're under arrest for
murder. Brendan, please.

You don't have to say or do anything,
but anything you do say or do, maybe use

in evidence.

Stealing someone else's story. I am all
for artistic inspiration, but my writing

comes from my own life.

A real storytelling is about going deep
into your own experiences. So your

imagination and maybe your fantasies,
yeah? And then spinning a yarn out of

that. You know what I mean, Felix?

Yeah. How did you go with the Rocco
files there?

Yeah, Felix. How did you go with the
Rocco files?

Um...

Very, uh, interesting.

Love? Very interesting? Would only get
you a four out of ten for a book report

in my class.

You can do better than that.

Look, I just don't think it was quite
for me.

Ah, so you don't like well -plotted,
with complex characters, and

he gently touches her... Oh!

I gave you the wrong one.

I didn't mean to give you this.

This is not crime fiction at all. No,
it's not.

It's like a personal story, an
exploration.

Yeah, I got that part.

You actually read it?

Most of it.

I had to stop myself at the hot tub bit.
You should have kept going. That's

where the narrative really reaches its
climax.

Wow. Power of literature.

Oh. Speaking of power, I still have the
real Rocco Files here.

If anybody's keen, call.

I've got a jiu -jitsu.

Same. I mean, I have a washing.

Washing?

Overdue for the eye check.

Everything's a little bit...

Blurry. Blurry.

Always an excellent student, that one.

Oh, Frankie!

Hello. Oh, my goodness.

Oh, Frankie.

She's not supposed to run.

You're not supposed to run.

Such a naughty girl.

Thought you'd want to see her the moment
she got out.

Oh.

So, um, what, she's going to be okay?

Yeah, keep an eye on her, keep her
fluids up and she should be fine.

Oh,

you're so clever. And make sure you keep
her out of it. Keep her out of the

garden? Yeah. Oh, I know.

Look, at the vet last night, it was a
really stressful situation.

Yeah.

I might have said some things.

I'd better bang Aether if you weren't
here.

She's okay.

Yeah, she's okay.

So, uh, we're good to do the box? Like,
properly this time?

We must.

Sorry, I interrupted.

You finish what you're saying and we'll
go.

Uh, nothing important. Just to say...
It's not true.

What's not true?

Uh, that...

Once a dog is bitten by a snake, it's
immune.

Right.

Not true.

And it's a myth, and it is a dangerous
one.

Lesson learned.

We're good to go.

Got to get this box on the road.
Wedding's only around the corner.

Let's do it.

Professional? Always.

Welcome to Daisy and Glenn's wedding.

Awkward. No, you look... Don't panic,
everyone!

Contact poison.

The chances are the killer is still
here.

Stop! Police!

You're in a criminal conspiracy with
her, not a crime.

Yes, it is.

I think everyone's having a really good
time.

You know the fraud I found on the beach?

She's a bit annoying, though.

Glenn and Daisy are more than a couple
to me. They're the family that found me

and made me feel at home.

If there are no objections, I will
proceed.