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Now, where's Nunu?

Where's Nunu?

Where's Nunu? Hon?

He's not. Where is he?

There's Nunu!

Hon. Oh, you clever boy.

Have you seen my racket?

Honey.

No.

The number's on the fridge. Call me if you need anything.

If you give him something about six, he shouldn't need anything else.

I usually put him down around seven.

And we should, uh... Yeah.

Nick! Make him sick.

Good job. Good job, Davina.

babysitter Jessica Lake, 18, found by Mr and Mrs Adams, parents of the toddler

she was minding. The child's unharmed.

You won't see anything?

Door to door's underway, but there was a party next door last night. Loud music,

lots of coming and going. Uniform are compiling a guest list.

Point of entry is a conservatory door, forced, according to Socko. Back of the

property gives out onto the Arcadia Park golf course.

Smothered. Somewhere between midnight and four this morning.

It's a Buntman hitch, aka a four -in -hand knot.

Popular with yachties.

Boaty types.

This was planned.

Symmetry.

Each wrist tied with a rope six times.

The neatness of it.

He thought about this a lot.

Our usual girl was booked to babysit, but something came up last minute.

So she recommended Jessica, didn't she? Yeah, Yasmin Randall. She's a student at

Southern College.

I mean, we get her through an agency, but so late in the day.

They looked after Jo for us once or twice before together, so we thought

all right.

Obviously, we need to trace Jessica's parents as soon as possible. Can you

with that, though?

I don't really know her very well.

You were where last night? Let's sleep.

In the boss's place.

Had a few drinks, I ended up staying over.

You were meant to come back.

Yeah. Yeah, we were.

If I'm through around ten, do I ask Jessica if she'd mind stopping over?

Might not be an intended victim, then, if the Addams should have been here.

Else the other girl, she'd step down for him.

Yasmin Randall.

I want to see her first.

Anything from Jessica's parents?

Turkey's ripping a list of contacts off her mobile now.

You all right with this?

You sure?

Yeah. All right.

How long have you lived in Arcadia Park, Mr Adams?

Lived in a couple of years back. Just before Joe was born.

Not a part of the world.

It was a bit of a stretch.

Location, location and all that.

The house isn't alarmed. It is.

We just don't tend to leave it on when somebody's home.

This is all here, as far as I can tell.

I don't keep any cash in the house.

Is that what you think this is all about, then?

Robbery.

I thought I'd be finished, but one of the dons wanted some work doing.

Where was this?

The Ethology Research Lab.

I helped out there unofficially.

And who was it that asked you to work late?

Dr Ezra, he's my tutor.

I don't suppose you could pay no to that.

Not really.

So I called Jess.

She was going to see Gid that night, but she needed the money, so... Gid is?

Her boyfriend.

Gideon Matthews.

How long have they been together?

Six months, maybe.

How is it that you know Jess?

We waged together for a while, coffee place on the high.

I was going to meet up with Jess.

She blew me out last minute.

Her friend asked her to do some babysitting.

Yeah, I was being random. Yeah, we spoke to her.

So you stayed with your mum last night? You didn't go out at all? No, I had a

couple of beers.

I couldn't be bothered to get the bus back to college, so she crashed that.

But all was well between you?

No arguments?

No fallings out.

Yasmin told us that Jessica was living in a squat.

Yeah, box growth.

It used to be a kid's home.

She'd been in care there.

She talk about that?

Not really.

I didn't go there much.

The guys she was living with, Kyle and Silas, they always saw me as this posho.

So... This is it.

Delicate question, Mr. Massey, but it's one I have to ask.

In your private lives, you and Jessica, did you use ties,

restraints? Did they play a part in that?

No.

No, we were normal.

Is that how she was?

So this knot of yours is popular with the boaty types, is it?

I'm going to call Stocker and Forensics and have them check the polyprop rope

they've got in stock here for a match.

Yeah, and get a call into social.

If she was in care, there'd be a case file. Tech boys have all turned me off

Jessica's phone.

A couple of voicemails from a woman called Marion and, um...

Cheers. Ciao.

Are you not?

No, only three mugs. Oh, you have this one. Guests.

He'll be all right.

He's just raw.

We wondered what happened.

Jeff didn't come back.

Phyllis was worried on account she hadn't rung.

I had issues with that bloke.

Gideon.

What did you make of him, Carl?

What about Jessica?

What was she like?

One of us.

Wanted to be a vet, you know.

And you all knew each other from care, is that right? From here, yeah.

Me and Silas drifted back a couple of years since.

This would bring Jeff down.

She was just passing through, you know, came to see if it was still here.

Stayed on.

People.

It is now.

We're keen to trace any family just fine ahead.

Anything you can tell us that might help with that?

Not around.

His mum never liked her.

Gideon's mum.

Never liked her.

Why do you say that, Silas?

Oh, there.

The Ashmolean presents Marion Hammond.

Fallen, question mark.

A meditation on post -lapsarian female gender identity.

Opens this week.

I've got a ticket.

The same Marion who left messages on her answer file?

Professional iconoclast, social photoanthropologist, cum cultural

Oxford type, that.

Must be a good few bob in this iconoclasm lark. These conversions don't

cheap.

D .I. Lewis, D .S. Hathaway. I'm Midge Davies, marriage assistant.

Come on up.

You worked for Miss Hammond long?

About four years.

How do you know her? From around, through her work.

How's that, Miss Davies?

I was at a place for kids who fell through the crack.

Em came and did a bunch of pictures there.

Studies, you know?

Where was this? A place called Boxgrove.

Do you know a Jessica Lake there?

Jeff?

Why? What's it all about?

The line of inquiry we're pursuing.

You been back recently?

To Boxgrove?

Not a chance. I couldn't wait to get out.

Why would I go back?

All the weirdy bits and bobs.

Minkondi.

Tribal nail fetishes.

Mine will be with you shortly.

Want something to drink?

Wine? Coffee? Tea?

No, thank you.

An inanimate object invested with supernatural power. The entity is

driving nails into wood.

Very house and garden.

You're more a green lady type of guy, I'd imagine.

More dogs playing pool, actually.

The way they get them to hold the cue in their little paws. Brilliant.

What could I do for you?

You know a young woman named Jessica Lake, Miss Hammond?

Jeff, sure. I've used her as a model a couple of times.

You left some voicemails for her last night.

We're trying to get her in for another shoot.

Is everything okay?

I'm afraid not.

She was found dead this morning.

Murdered.

Is this yours?

Yes.

It's from the first session we did together.

Unspeakable acts.

But that went down well in some circles.

Don't I offend thee?

Not convinced that the spirit of Mark's gospel.

And what about outside your professional association?

Were you close?

No. We didn't hang out.

Whose idea was that? The rob business?

Hers. Why?

The body of a young woman has been found in what police are describing as

suspicious circumstances at a property on the exclusive Arcadia Park estate.

Justin Moore reports.

A body believed to be that of a young woman was discovered this morning at a

property on Oxford's exclusive Arcadia Park estate.

Police are treating the death as suspicious and it is believed that this

yet been officially confirmed. It's on the TV.

You okay?

Huh?

Hey, don't.

Mr. and Mrs. Adams were driven away from Arcadia Park this morning for an

undisclosed destination.

I spoke to Adams' boss, Tom Garland, and he confirmed that they stayed with him

and his wife last night.

What about the Randall girl?

Student while I'm helping out at the university's ethology research lab.

Ethology? Teaching monkeys how to talk.

And they wonder where the funding goes.

All right, then. Crack on.

Have you got home to go to?

Oh, sorry.

Triangle. You off?

How things with Lottie?

Still not talking?

No, she's talking.

Just not to me.

Ah, women.

Star.

Hi, love.

It's your dad.

I know.

I just like to hear myself said sometimes.

There's a line between good and evil.

No wider than a razor's edge.

I hold the line.

I am the line.

While the good citizens of New Providence slumber, I keep the line.

Back late, son.

Catch yourself a warm, though it might be a bit dry.

Good?

The police came to see me. The police?

Is it drugs?

It's Jess.

She's been killed.

Someone killed Jess.

Oh, my son.

Oh, my son.

Hey.

Hey.

I thought you'd gone.

Just finishing up.

Jessica.

Who'd do a thing like that, Mitch?

I think that someone's been in the flat.

When?

On and off for a while.

They were here last night.

You sure?

I went out. The board was set to Basky Fisher, 72.

Black to play.

Got in this morning.

They'd made their move.

It's just...

Now with all this stuff with Jeff.

Do you want me to stay?

No.

No, no, I'm fine. You go home.

You sure? Yeah.

Really? Yeah.

Go home. Home. Okay.

What's that, then?

Josh, that's me.

You have an undergrad, a Yasmin Randall, who helps out here.

I understand you have to work late on Saturday.

I needed some data collecting.

Can you remember what time she finished?

She was still here about six when I clocked out.

And all well in her world, so far as you know?

No one should have had a falling out with her boyfriend or... Not that I'm

of. What do you actually study here, Dr Ezra?

The parts of the brain relating to learning.

How data is imprinted and stored in the memory. Anything you've ever felt is

down to a microscopic variation in the electrochemical balance. In here.

Everything we are.

Love, hate, anger, jealousy, desire.

Desire? Ah, the need for a mate.

whereby we can propagate our mitochondrial DNA. It's about as basic

as you can get.

And the soul?

Sorry, there is no ghost in the machine.

When the machine stops, we stop.

Why ask what this is about?

A friend of Yasmin's was found murdered yesterday morning. A young woman called

Jessica Lake.

Jessica?

Don't you know her?

Knew.

Briefly.

She worked here on placement one summer.

We were always short -staffed at that time of year.

She wasn't an undergrad, though.

Uh, no, no, indeed not. So how did she end up working here?

Um, a colleague recommended her, I believe. Bob, Bob Massey?

Gideon's father.

That's right.

Coincidence, isn't it, that both Jessica and Yasmin worked here?

I was hoping to get over to Tom Garland's house this morning to double

that Adam's alibi.

You'd better take Mrs Matthews, old as a dad.

Gid asked me if I could find anything for her.

She wanted to work with animals, and being under 18 at the time, she couldn't

get insurance to work at any of the vets or the kennels, so... How well did you

know? Hello.

How are you?

The odd late -night lip -home.

There's so many of Ged's friends through here, I don't know the half of them.

What about Yasmin Randall?

Is that the rather fetching blonde?

Is one allowed to say fetching nowadays?

Probably not, but, yeah, that sounds about right.

She helps out at your research lab?

Yes, that's right. I believe she does.

Part -time.

It's not my flexor, no, it's Josh Ezrin's.

Can you account for your movements Saturday evening?

We're asking everybody that knew Jessica, just as a matter of course.

Yeah, um... I worked till nine, then got something to

eat from the supermarket.

Home, cooked, ate, conked out in front of the box.

Anyone confirm that?

Home? No.

Just me.

And probably too much scotch.

So as far as you're aware, Gideon didn't go out again on Saturday night?

I didn't stay up and watch him.

You didn't see him in the cell?

Whatever that means.

He comes round once or twice a week.

I don't know why. He's perfectly decent for anything college.

Are you close?

He's my son.

How's he bearing up?

Oh.

I thought I'd take the day off.

Keep him company.

Breakfast, something normal.

One minute you hold him in the crook of your arm, and the next thing you know

it's the reek of bad grass and Nick Drake to the lawyers.

Sorry.

Can we rewind on the grass bit?

What the eye doesn't see.

How did your wife get on with Jesse?

We haven't kept in touch, to be honest.

That's tough.

The children, especially.

Yeah.

Did Mrs. Terrible?

Oh, we both did.

Taking your tablet?

Silas.

I'm fine.

Don't worry.

Did Jessica ever mention a Marion Hammond?

Yeah. Yeah, she said she was nice.

A bit weird.

Weird in what way?

Just generally weird.

A bit arty, I suppose.

A bit full on.

How do you mean?

Well, about the calls and texts, Jess thought it was all a bit, I don't know,

too much.

So she just backs right off.

Did you ever see any of the pictures she took?

Yeah. Yeah, she kept a couple of test shots.

Did you show them to anyone?

No.

No, they're not really the kind of things you hand around your mate.

They're not my girlfriend.

Right, um, oh.

Excuse me, do you mind if I just... OK, go on, another one.

Right, OK.

You all right?

Do you need anything, just call me, yes?

Will you be home later, just so I know what to get him to eat?

Um, I don't know, I've got an essay, maybe.

OK, right.

Oh, um, I got the lime shampoo that you like. I've left it by your door.

She's dead.

Sorry. Thanks for your help. Bye.

He fusses.

What dads do.

Yeah, I wish he wouldn't.

Not as much, anyway.

How did Jessica get on with your mates?

And what about Yasmin?

Were they close?

Well, yeah, I met Jess through Yasmin, so... And your mum?

My mother, she, um...

She never really liked any of the girls I got with.

Do you know why she left?

To find herself.

Me time.

And when's she ever had anything but?

I have my suspicions, but the PM confirms it.

Her wrists were bound to the bedside post -mortem.

Oh, the pose was staged then.

But for whose benefit?

His or ours?

Well, both, possibly.

Maybe the idea of discovering her as she was lent some kind of frisson.

Assuming it was a man.

Wouldn't you think?

An equal opportunities pathologist.

Jessica was attacked while she slept.

Would have taken no particular strength with Mother, huh?

No obvious funny business, was there?

Afraid that's not a medico -legal term with which I'm familiar, but...

No, no obvious funny business.

Zero to half.

Got to go.

Something I said?

Perish the thought.

No, she's up before meeting Justice Crowder this morning.

How'd you get on with Mrs. Massey?

Maternal instincts just decided, my dear.

She's the one that did her kids in, right?

Well done, you.

Well, I never know when you're going to spring a test.

She's Stan Gideon's story, huh?

Just about.

I'll tell you on the way.

What is it you do, Mr Garland?

Venture capital.

How long has Nick been with you?

A year, just over.

Dreadful thing for them.

Awful shock, I'd imagine, coming home to find that.

Who was she, this girl?

Nick said it was a babysitter.

Jessica Lake.

Did you ever meet her?

No.

Mr Adams never mentioned her?

Uh... Nick's childcare arrangements are rarely on the agenda, I'm afraid.

Nice boat.

Yeah.

We were going to run her down to Bampton on Saturday, but it looked like rain,

so we settled on tennis.

Who won?

The tennis.

Nick's wife and me.

Nick's doubles.

Tom?

Tom!

Excuse me.

I think you're meant to have a warrant, aren't you?

If you want to go poking through people's private things.

I must have taken a wrong turn.

Easily done.

Well, if you didn't see them.

Davina likes a lion.

It's all very informal, Che Garland.

Look who I found wandering around.

And yourself, sir, where were you?

I was out on the golf course, first thing.

It's the nearest thing I have to a religion.

Where was that?

Arcadia Park.

Yeah, it's weird to think. I could have been going by around the time they got

back and found this girl.

Who are you playing?

A couple of guys wanted me to take a look on an alternative energy concern.

I can get you their names and numbers if you like.

Did you back them?

No, the margins weren't good enough.

I'm a greedy dragon.

But they'll get into bed with me in the end.

My husband gets what he wants, Inspector.

Did you find any much around?

There's a photograph of his wife in one of the bedrooms. Looks like Marion

Hammond's work. You?

That launch of his was tethered with a length of polypropylene rope.

Moors. Horses are tethered boats on moors.

Whatever. Get on the phone for a warrant. Let Socko take a look.

Any results from that stuff up at Gideon's Charnelary?

Yeah, it's a match, but it's also sold in nearly every sailing shop in England.

How you doing?

I don't know.

I can't believe she's gone.

Yeah. You want to talk or anything? You know I'm here. I'm always here.

You alright, Bob?

Sorry.

It's just this thing with Gideon.

Any news?

No.

No, there's... No.

I'm asking you, Gideon.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

I'm onto you. Both of you.

And I'll be a wreck in it.

So you'd better sleep with one eye open for something else.

If there was any chance Nick Adams went back to our Kenya party, he wouldn't be

the first man to lose his head over a babysitter.

He thinks there's something on offer that isn't. Things get out of hand. She

threatens to go to Honey or us.

Maybe.

What have you got there, then?

I spoke to social services about Jessica in the Boxgrove lot.

Boster home care. Boster home care. She was two years old.

That's the same age as the Adamses, little lad.

Mother with a class -A drug problem overdosed for the last time the same

that was taken.

What did they say about the housemates?

Failure across the board.

Societal, educational, parental.

Silas Ritzke has been labelled hyperactive and schizophrenic. Turns out

bipolar. Only diagnosed last year. String of petty, non -violent form.

Possession, class B mainly.

What about the other one, Kyle Hutchison?

Burned down the school hall.

Anonymous has played Rook 2, A1. Your move.

Lady Pawn 666 has played Pawn 2, E5.

Your move.

Nick's at work.

Actually, Mrs. Adams, it was you we wanted to see, if you don't mind.

I work quite like I work.

I was just about to get Joe down.

It's all right. Sergeant Hathaway will keep an eye.

He's good with pigs.

He used to be one himself.

The police are like doctors, you know, Mrs. Adams.

We hear all sorts.

If it has no bearing on the case, then it won't go any further.

But I do need the truth for Jessica's sake.

A couple of months ago, Nick and I went for dinner with Tom and Davina.

Mary, life is such a dream.

Row, row, row your boat in the downstream.

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.

Life is somewhat repetitive.

Anyway, end of the meal.

Nick was getting the bell and Davina was somewhere.

Just Tom and I at the table.

He leant across and said, perhaps the four of us should...

What did you say?

I was shocked.

I think I tried to laugh it off, turn it into a joke.

Did you tell your husband?

I thought he'd be angry.

Defend my honour, something.

He said, maybe I should think about it.

Anyway, they kept asking for us to go over, and in the end I thought, maybe it

is me.

Maybe I'm being stuffy.

So we went.

Saturday night.

It turned into a kind of...

Too much booze, you know?

It's out of control.

Eventually, Davina and Nick disappeared.

Tom had had a lot to drink and he passed out.

I just wanted to go home to get back to Joe.

I knew that the car keys were in Nick's bag, so I went down to the hall and knew

it wasn't there.

I went outside, the car was gone.

They'd driven off somewhere.

What time was it?

Er, gone midnight.

So I went down to the boat and I fell asleep.

Next thing I know, it's gone eight.

I came up to the house and the car was back.

Nick's just sitting there.

Stanza!

I'm on my way to a meet -up.

I'm worried.

What's new, Bob?

Yes. No, um, it's about Gid.

About Gideon.

Aren't you worried?

The police came to the house. They came to see me too.

Look, we have an opening tomorrow and I haven't got time... Have you spoken to

him? Will you please, will you, just this once, just, can you... What do you

want me to do? What?

Something.

Anything.

Act like his mother.

Would it kill you to just act like it?

For him.

Not for me.

For Gideon. I have already... I won't do any more.

I worked.

What did we do to make you hate us so much?

Not the waterworks.

They don't work anymore.

I'm sorry.

And the sorry.

The tears, the sorry.

It's just white noise, Bob.

White noise.

I've filtered you out.

I can drop you outside.

No, the walk will do me good.

Well, you're on your own, I'm afraid. I've got to go to the Adams' house and

look for Nunu.

Cuddly toy.

Honey Adams says the kid won't sleep without it.

I'm just, you know... There's money on the kitchen table. I left it out

for... something. I can't remember what. The window cleaner, maybe? Take it. Go

on. Go on.

Will you be back later?

I'll take it.

Well, mind how you go.

Kid.

I love you.

You ever do any work for Pomme Garland?

I took some photographs of his wife last year.

Divina.

Present for her birthday.

His birthday.

Anniversary. Something.

He had it made into a coffee table book.

Very limited run, but he's the money to burn.

How do you know him? Oh, he's been an admirer of my work for years.

My friends, kind of.

He's sponsoring my exhibition at the Ashmolean.

It was a good session.

We had a lot of fun.

Beautiful body.

I suppose body means something entirely different to you.

What's that like being surrounded by dead people all the time?

A living?

What does it look like?

Well, there's quite a few to choose from.

Shall I give you a description?

Sort of giraffe -y. All right, leave it at me. I'll see what I can do.

One door was open.

I saw the light.

This way, did it?

As it may be, Silas, but you can't be here.

So, what about this rope business?

Did you get an impression that was something in a private life?

He just offered it up as an image and we explored it.

Do you find that troubling?

I did three years in vice in New Brussels before I came down here.

Tends to knock a choir boy out of his soul.

We used to arrest people for taking pics like this.

Thankfully, nowadays we're all a little more enlightened.

But we're not, though, are we?

Not all, that's the problem.

A bloke in a grubby Mac snaps that. It's obscene. You do it, it's art.

Same picture, same young woman, exposed, vulnerable.

Did it ever cross your mind that she might have found the experience

stimulating, emotionally as well as intellectually?

As you say, playing at it within a safe environment.

She wasn't looking any too safe last time I saw her.

The nightkeeper.

Issue 18.

I'm not bacon.

You know the nightkeeper?

There's a line between good and evil no wider than a razor's edge.

I hold the line.

I am the line.

Yeah.

Issue 18 is, um, epic face -off with mirror face, isn't it?

And Nightcube has to defeat his own reflection.

Nightcube is the best.

He's just this regular guy.

People will look at twice.

But he's out there, you know.

Making a difference.

It's work.

I dropped you anyway.

No, I'm good.

See you later.

Tyler.

What you were saying about the nightkeeper and making a difference, is

you were doing at Arcadia Park?

I just wanted to see what happened.

You've got to leave it to us. I know she's your friend and I know you cared

about her. And I know you want to help, but you're going to let us do our job,

right?

Gideon, he said I could wait.

Morning, guys.

What do you think of this?

I like it.

Oh, wow. How do I?

The other wall over there.

I just love the combination.

Beautiful shading.

I saw him last night at the Adamses.

How was he doing there?

Well, this idea in his head that he was going to find Jessica's killer.

What's with the poles?

They're mooring spikes.

Another homage to Marian Hammond's work, her take on Saint Sebastian, tied to a

post and shot through with arrows.

Spikes were post -mortem, as was tying him up.

But it's the throat wound that did for him.

Would have been unconscious within 30 seconds and bled out soon after.

There's less blood than you'd expect because he wasn't killed here.

Put a label on it for me, would you?

Yes, ma 'am. Thanks.

You've been black as pitch under here last night.

Passed within a hand's breadth of someone and not know it.

Put the underwater team down here. Dredge this for a weapon.

Underclothes.

How was he doing here?

Or a question of where he was going, wouldn't you say?

You know where I was last night. I was here with you.

And nobody came by?

No. Why?

Another body was found this morning, not 300 yards from here.

A lad called Silas Whittaker, a friend of Jessica's.

And you think he'd come round here?

Why would he? I don't know him.

I've got two young people murdered.

Their bodies arranged in such a way as to reference your work. So it's a fan.

I do have them, you know.

Fanatics. It's not a joke, Miss Hammond. I'm not laughing, but come on, you

can't seriously think it has anything to do with me.

So sad.

Silas was such... A sweet guy at Boxgrove.

Didn't say much.

That's because he had this speech thing. Couldn't sound his R's properly. They

came out like W's.

A therapist came in once a fortnight to help him with it.

Worked, plainly.

Yeah, she was good.

Miss Connie.

Come on.

I don't like to point the finger, but somebody is clearly going out of their

to drag me into this.

I just can't believe it.

Can't believe what, Miss Anne?

I play chess.

Most of the types I meet are woodpushers, so I'm lucky if they can

move ahead.

Then, a couple of months ago, I met someone.

We were together for a while.

So what happened?

Well, he started making these, I want to stick around signals.

And that's a bad thing?

For me, yes. I'm not good with tomorrow.

So how did he take it?

Okay, I thought.

Then things started to go weird.

Calls in the middle of the night, no one there when you pick up.

I called him out on it, but he denied it, point blank.

He's been here too, though, hasn't he?

The night Jess was killed.

The chessboard.

The pieces keep being moved.

I didn't think it was anything sinister, just game -playing, challenge, like a

friendly ghost, but... I don't know.

So who is this guy?

His name is Josh.

Josh Ezrin.

You're aware, Dr. Ezrin, that stalking's an offence?

I'm not a stalker.

Look, I went to her place once or twice, just as her.

I don't know.

I was... jealous.

Those electrochemical impulses can be a nuisance.

I thought she'd seen someone else.

She kept banging on about her new model just before she gave me the heave -ho in

a breathless kind of way. And then when I saw the flyer for the new

exhibition... Jessica Lake.

I'd brought Marion to a drinks thing at work.

And about the time that Jessica was working in the laboratory, I can't

if they met or not.

And then when I saw the picture... You thought Jessica Lake might be this new

model that Marion had been talking about.

I don't know what I thought. I was just checking up on her, I suppose.

Checking her answer phone messages.

Moving chess pieces.

What?

No.

That would be creepy.

Is that where you were on Saturday night?

Marion Hammond's flat.

Didn't someone vouch for you?

Yes. I'd rather not say who.

I'd rather not arrest you on suspicion of murder.

It's not something we really want broadcasting.

But yeah, Josh, Dr. Ezrin stayed at mine.

That a day and last night.

And he was with you the whole night?

Both nights?

Miss Bond?

Pretty much.

What does that mean?

He was gone when I woke up.

It's a bloke thing, isn't it?

I can't be sure what time he left.

But look.

I really don't think it's Josh you need to be worrying about.

Jessica confided to Collie that she had issues with you.

Your over -familiarity made her uncomfortable.

Well, that's the world we live in now.

You lean over someone's shoulder to help them with the work and suddenly you're

this lecherous... I knew they wanted me out, but this is really low.

Who's they, Dr Massey?

Lucy Bond's little canteen cabal, the lads who like to assume that's where

has come from.

Well, hasn't it?

I mean, how am I meant to defend myself against innuendo like that?

You deny it, then?

Yes.

Of course I deny it.

Why would Jessica say it?

No, it occurred to you that she didn't say anything at all.

Someone is lying to you.

Have you any idea what it's like here?

Other than Joss Bezrin, I'm the only man in this entire department.

Does that bother you?

Yes. Actually, yes, it does.

If there was a bunch of lads sat there talking smut, something would be said

quite rightly.

But I'm expected to put up with it.

I complain to human resources, and as a consequence of this, they spread this

kind of malicious tittle -tattle.

At least I know where I am with this one.

Here we are Lottie.

What was he up to, Kyle?

Was Jess involved?

They were part of something and you're tied up in it.

Didn't want to tell me.

Kyle.

Silas was trying to get to the bottom of who'd killed Jeff.

You are a police suspect.

Who?

You never said.

You heard?

Silas, yeah.

What's going on, kid?

Yaz, you gotta stay away from me.

Yes, just, please, for both our sakes, stay away.

Hey, stay away!

Right, that one.

Tom. Hey, Tom.

Hello. Come over here.

Mr.

Adam, I wonder if I could have a word. Great, thanks.

Super, thank you.

Great, nice smile.

Lovely.

Where did you go to Saturday night after you left the garlands here?

I've spoken to your wife, Mr. Adams.

At length.

I didn't want to be there.

In the house while...

I mean, the idea was... I don't know, exciting?

But when it started, I, um... The fantasy was one thing, was it?

So, where did you go?

Not very far.

I was madly over the limit. I went down the driveway about a mile, and then I

parked.

Then I was sick.

I just kept seeing Tom.

And honey.

And that look on her face.

See, I don't know whether she was playing along for my benefit or...

I've never seen her like that before.

I just wanted to grab her hand and run away.

Why didn't you?

Well, do you think I wouldn't turn the clock back if I could?

What was I to say?

Tom's my boss.

He's a legend.

And then Davina, she's dragging me into the spare room.

I'm thinking, I can't do this. I mean, I really can't do this.

So what did you do?

I had this thumping headache and I... I said I was going to go to the bathroom,

I think. I mean, anything to get away and... I never went back.

What about last night?

I was in the hotel with Honey. I've spoken to reception, Mr. Adams.

The night man said you went out late, came back around two.

I went by to Tom Garland's place.

There was some paperwork that he said he wanted me to look over.

So, uh, with everything else that's been going on, I'm afraid I left it behind.

No sign of Kieran at college. I spoke to his father. He hasn't seen him since

last night.

Went out around 8 to meet somebody, got to a mess, he doesn't know who.

Police

came

to see me.

You told them.

What's Saturday?

Not all of it.

Where did you go when you took the car?

Just up the driveway.

I walked up the drive.

The car wasn't there, Nick.

I'm really sorry.

On holiday, is it, Mr. Garland? Yeah, I'm going to house Vincent and Vincent.

usually go around the town, do you?

We're right in the middle of packing, so perhaps we can keep this brief.

Ryan, why did you fail to tell me the true nature of your relationship with

Adams and his wife?

I didn't see it as being any of your business.

You provided him with a false alibi. That makes it very much my business.

what's the big deal?

You think just because we like to party, that makes us some sort of, what,

monsters? I don't care what you get up to in your private life.

But it might have been useful to know that Nick Adams' alibi was unsound.

All right.

When he got out of bed, I was worried. I went to look for him. Yeah, he's

already told me this.

He parked up and spent the night about a mile down your drive.

That's not true.

I went down as far as the gate.

Nick's car wasn't there.

We've done nothing illegal, Inspector.

You want to come at me with a serious proposition, evidence of wrongdoing,

by all means bring it on.

You get legal, I'll get legal, then we'll get down to it.

Otherwise, we're done.

I've tried calling, but it's not picking up.

If he contacts you, can you get him to ring me, please?

Why would he call me?

I'm sure you're telling me it's not my place, but whatever's going on between

you and his dad has nothing to do with Gid.

He loves you, Mrs. Matthews, but frankly, God knows why.

You talking about Boxgrove got me thinking.

I wondered if maybe I had been there with Jessica.

So I had a look through the old rolls that Marion took of us.

And she's there.

Who's she?

That's who I wanted to meet.

It's the speech therapist I told you about. The one that helped Silas.

Miss Connie.

But I've seen her again recently.

Yes, so have I, at the Ashmolean. She's helping Mount Barren's exhibition.

Yeah.

The thing is, Mr Adams, we've only got your word for any of it.

In light of the repeated lies you've told about pretty much everything, I'm

going to have to take you in for further questioning.

Why have you brought me here?

Do you remember a boy called Silas Whittaker?

This is Massey.

After all these years?

Yes.

Articulation disorder.

W through R.

Quite straightforward.

He was squatting here.

With Jessica.

How was it that you came to be working at Boxgrove?

It was my field before I married.

Speech therapy.

I came to Boxgrove as an act of contrition, opponent.

I thought if I couldn't love my own child the way nature meant me to,

could love someone else's.

Gideon was a difficult birth.

I remember the morning Bob went to work for the first time after we came home.

Being alone with this creature for whom I was totally responsible.

The fear was overwhelming.

I knew I could never be a natural mother.

But I thought to myself that day that I would be a dutiful one.

James is having a trawl through his phone records and computer now.

You really think he's involved in Jessica's death?

Well, if he's not, he's doing a damn good impression of someone who is.

Remember? You dragged me away from my prime suspect to show me a picture of a

cuddly toy.

It's what Honey Adams has been asking for.

Oh, very sweet. But you've already turned the house inside out, haven't

It's not there, but I know where I've seen it.

Don't look them in the eye.

Great.

This is Bob's last session with Lottie, the day before yesterday.

Good girl, Lottie.

There. Go back.

Look what I have here for you.

Yes, new friend.

What shall we call her?

Hmm? How about... Jessica, hmm?

Jessica. Why do we call her Jess, huh?

Do you like that?

Dr. Marcy!

Sir?

You've got to pull.

Word's gone out to all units to approach with extreme caution. Secure the

premise there's no one in or out until Socko get here.

Jessica. Things she left or stuff he pinched.

Miss Hammond, this is D .I. Lewis.

Can you call me as soon as you get this message? It's urgent.

My number's 07700929286.

It's Bob, isn't it?

You're a friend of Josh Edwards?

You took something from me.

I did?

I've been forgetting things.

Losing time. Don't quite understand it.

Haven't been sleeping very well.

Bad.

I had these dreams.

I keep going back to where I found those pictures.

What pictures, Bob?

I mean, that wasn't her.

I know that wasn't Jessica.

So why would anyone take pictures like that, Marion?

They're just pictures, Bob.

But that wasn't who she was.

She wasn't like that.

You know what I think?

I think maybe you like those bits.

I did?

You think?

Maybe you like those pictures so much that you wanted to make them real.

How does that sound?

God!

She needed someone to look out for her.

To save her.

To try.

Because you've ruined her.

You've... You've ruined her.

So this is your fault. This is your fault.

Put it down.

Put it down, Bob.

Dr. Massey.

Even mum across the road?

Sorry, could you listen to these cuffs?

I don't understand.

Why am I in cuffs?

Why am I in cuffs?

Mum. My hands.

These cuffs. What are you looking at, do you think? Some sort of split

personality disorder?

Could he be faking?

One minute, we're talking to him.

Answering questions.

Bragging, almost.

Next minute, he doesn't know why he's here. No memory of anything.

He put his hand up, though. To both crimes.

He overheard Yasmin phoning Jessica from the lab that night.

About babysitting for the Adamses?

Psychiatric team's on its way.

Why pick on Jessica?

His son's girlfriend.

Could be something as insignificant as a smile.

Kind word.

Sets her on a pedestal and discovers these pictures.

Instead of being revolted by them, he's obsessed with them.

The sun will be on soon.

Gideon.

Gideon.

Gideon.

Come on, Sue. You stand up.

Gideon.

It was a toy giraffe that put you onto him in the end.

Mum.

Perhaps in his mind it's just for innocence.

My boy.

My baby.

Go home. Get your head down.

A bit early for a pint, I suppose.

Just a bit.

What's up?

Silas. I keep thinking I've let him down somehow.

Like your bed.

You wanted to make a difference.

He held the line.

All any of us could hope for.

Come on, buy one. I'll buy you coffee.

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