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Morning,

Gabby! Come on.

Tim, get a move on. You've held us up enough.

You say you won't miss this place?

Joshua just swaggers about as if he owns the place.

Honestly, I can't stand a lot of them.

Especially him.

He's just got one of those faces.

The guy's a prick.

I wish my dad would give me a warehouse to play with.

You sound a bit miserable.

Are you still moaning?

The thing is, he grumbled, but he'll never leave.

Hello?

Happy come on love. I don't want to be late

Yeah, I read the report. It's an industrial incident.

At Stormworks, you'll understand why when you get there. You're going to have

do better than that.

The owner's been under investigation before, quite publicly accused local

of being biased. Nothing unusual there.

When does Grace go to Australia?

Tomorrow.

Backpacking whilst waiting for a uni offer.

All right for some.

Don't change the subject, Leigh.

This one has friends in high places. If one not, the whole station would be

under a police internal management review.

And you can't afford that?

Well, bluntly, no.

And I know you're stopping from throwing his brick out of the pram.

A compliment this early?

Must be serious.

All right.

Nice one.

Helmsley is not a million miles away from my neck of the woods.

Mm -hmm. Grew up just around the corner.

Ooh, smell that air, boss.

Try not to.

So you're now about Queen Artisan Stone, then?

Hmm. Yeah, I know the Quinns.

Everyone does.

They are an old -school farming family.

Act like pillars of the community, but they are ruthless as you like.

Bloody hell. Tress already.

An industrial accident.

I wonder if you'd be the one with your accent.

I want into you too, Rosie. Just need a couple more minutes to cure the scene.

I'll give you a bell. Okay.

Nice one.

Okay, listen up, folks.

Listen up.

Now, I can't say much at this stage, but there's been an accident.

Who is it?

Why won't you tell us?

Is it Abby?

It's her, isn't it?

It's her.

Look, let's stay calm, do what the police say, and in the meantime... In

the meantime, the warehouse is out of bounds, as you can see, until further

notice. Police are going to need names and details from all of you. Those

on site can return to your accommodation and wait.

Either me or Joshua will come and collect you.

Thank you, Wendy.

At least there's one steady hand on the tiller.

Under no circumstances does anybody talk to the press, OK?

I'll handle that.

Thank you all.

Detective Chief Inspector Ellis.

Tell me you're leading this.

That's right.

Appreciate a fresh pair of eyes. There are those who don't much like us.

You were investigated for employment malpractice two years ago.

And cleared.

I need access to the CCTV.

Up in my office.

Wendy Pike, our senior labourer, runs things on the ground. Joshua, site

manager. My elder.

Anything I can do.

I just want to help get this resolved.

Right, there she is. 12 .01am.

Looks like she's on her own.

She's looking for something.

Or someone.

This internal camera covers the left -way house.

I assume they've been covering the right.

It's offline, apparently, plus the one outside covering the doors.

They went offline a couple of days ago.

The fellas come in Thursday to fix them.

Oh, that's news to me.

Oh, Rosie.

Hello?

Yep, we are on our way.

Fantastic.

Strapped the curing, the scaffolding was released.

Looks that way.

Let's see.

Trauma to the lateral posterior temple line.

Straight, sharp line, broadly consistent with the corner of the scaffolding.

The wound to the back of the head is deep, possibly fatal.

We'll know more after the post -motion.

I'd like to see a phone.

Phone? She was using it as a torch.

Answering a phone, I mean, I could have skidded away, but we've done the initial

sweep. Check pocket.

That's second camera.

That is the one that's down.

Covers the porter cabin office and everything at this end of the warehouse.

Let's check for bloodstains.

Hang on.

Vertical drip trail, meaning she was upright and they fell down her back.

Not very likely under a pile of scaffolding.

Got a partial handprint.

And her hand is nowhere near it.

We haven't moved her.

I'd say she shifted as the scaffolding fell.

And she was already lying here bleeding when the scaffolding dropped on her.

Want this whole area cordoned off for forensics. Yep. Want her phone

triangulated. And have uniforms up here for a fingertip search.

Abby was murdered.

And given that that camera was taken out, it's likely that it was

Morning, everyone.

Gather round, please.

As you know, Abby Marshall was a local girl.

Grew up with her mum, Tina.

But between university terms, these past four years, she's been working at Quinn

Artisan Stone.

So, I'd like to introduce you to DCI Ellis, DS Harper, and we're fortunate

enough that they'll be running this one.

Anything they need, we give, OK? I want 110 % on this.

They'll task you as and when.

Let's crack on.

I didn't know Abby or her mum, sadly.

You know Elliot Quinn, though.

It's more that he knows me.

And it's right that we don't let that jeopardise this investigation.

You through here?

Is this okay?

Yeah. Great.

It's good.

I'm guessing you don't get the red carpet treatment much.

You could say that.

DCI Chalmers, we'll need everything your team's put together in terms of a

timeline. And I'd like to see all the local crime reports for the past week

Tina Marshall's address, please.

Cool. Of course.

Makes things easier, boss.

I was thinking the opposite.

What? This team want to take Elliot Quinn down. And Quinn's already had his

strikes. Can't afford any more trouble in public.

So that's potential for obstruction on all sides.

Oh, this is a foreign labour dispute. See, Quinn can by law deduct rent and

electrics from his workers' wages to use on -site accommodation.

And he was accused of jacking up the rent for below standard conditions.

Council delays the inquiry.

Lo and behold, by the time the building is investigated, it's heated, insulated

and up to cold.

I don't know, boss.

Like sometimes where there is smoke, there is fire.

It's disgusting.

So, so sorry.

I know this seems like some... Bad dream right now.

But the more help you can give, the more I can do.

Miss Marshall, could you maybe talk us through what you did with her yesterday?

Um... We got up.

She'd slept in a bit.

But she seemed good.

I dropped her... I dropped her to work, as usual.

And then I didn't hear anything till 6 .30.

She came in to get changed for the pub.

No fuss.

She was back out the door in ten minutes.

And how was she acting?

She was excited.

The past few weeks, she's just been really excited.

About graduating.

Moving away, working leads.

It would be really helpful if I could see her room.

I won't disturb anything.

I've been keeping it shut. It smells of her.

I can't lose that. I don't want to let it go.

Was that her dissertation?

No. That's all handed in by now.

This is something else.

It's all on Quinn's business.

What? The scandal.

Phone transcripts.

Staff records.

This is all confidential material.

She was conducting her own investigation.

Question is, what did she find?

Right, so, Tren is liaising with Abby Marshall's network provider, and with a

bit of luck, she backed up at least some of her phone on the cloud. And she'll

meet us at the station.

Quinn's place first.

Yeah, you got it.

No problem at all.

Push. It's like I said.

Where there's smoke, there's fire, boss.

Love, hate, fear.

Crimes are human.

And there's a fine line between instinct and bias.

Keep an eye.

I'll keep an eye.

I can't believe this.

I have no idea what she could have been looking for.

I mean, I did interviews with the girl for university.

But that was on supply chain and tax incentives.

Generous of you to give up your time like that.

Well, I liked her.

Liked her drive.

She was sharp.

Unlike some down there.

Make it back.

You spoke to Jeff Dunner, the builder's merchant.

Told him his order's delayed.

No, I'll do it right now.

Should we... reach out to her mother.

No, no, I don't think that's a good idea.

Mackenzie, darling, we're busy in here.

Is it true she was... she was killed?

It's, um, it's on some local feeds.

Christ. Well, I can get followers to report, see if we can get them shut

No, love, it's okay. Thank you anyway.

Okay.

Listen, I'm sending you over all the staff files. You can go over everything.

have nothing to hide.

And I certainly wouldn't hurt Abby Marshall.

And then there was three.

And a half.

Tell me Abi's phone was backed up to the cloud.

Abi's phone was backed up to the cloud. Now, I'm still trolling, but from the

off. Look at these messages.

They go back a few months.

It was good to talk. Should we stop?

I don't want to.

It could be romantic.

There's no caller ID.

Yeah, they were sent from some kind of online messaging programme.

Now, look at the last message received.

I have to see you tonight, here at 12am.

Sorry to interrupt. As requested, phone mass data for the last 24 hours. The

last signal, surprise, surprise, in the vicinity of Quinn Artisan Stone, signal

lost, 12 .07am.

So either the falling scaffolding broke the phone, or the killer did.

OK.

Thank you.

Oh, look at these.

From Abby's phone.

Were they dated last summer? His camping trip?

No. Look closer.

And I had you down as a romantic.

Her expression.

The way it's captured.

Intimacy.

Affection.

Abby was seeing someone.

We need to find out who.

Hi, everyone.

Thanks so much for coming.

I didn't want to come here today. I don't... I don't want this to be real.

My Abbie was... We used to come here when she was a kid and feed the dogs.

Even as a child, I knew...

She was destined to change people's lives.

I guess you all thought the same thing.

It's really lovely to see my little girl with our love.

I don't know what else to say.

Boss, I count not everybody from work, don't you?

And then some.

Help,

I'll help.

Morning, boss.

Morning.

I, uh, choked mine already.

Put a label on last night.

All right, then, coffee martyr.

Show us what you got.

Right, uh, so we had no luck with identifying who sent those messages to

but I was able to cross -reference the calls from Abby's phone with staff at

Quinn Artisan. The most frequent was Aiton Selby.

That's a start, all right?

Mm -hmm.

Okay, we need to go back to Quinn's anyway.

Rosie has something to show us at the warehouse.

Based on the wound to the back of Abby's head, we're looking for a blunt force

object with a bisicated end.

So, fork -like, claw hammer, possibly a crowbar. For now, scaffolding. The

panels were on their side, stacked.

These are the panels from the body, arranged in the order that we removed

This one at the front was the first to make contact with the body, and so on.

They stand pretty firm.

No way they fell without help. My thoughts exactly.

But this here was the last one to fall, so potentially it was the one to get a

nudge.

See that dent?

That's fresh.

Could have happened in the fall.

Could have.

But see those flecks of paint?

Yellow. Yeah.

It's a match for that.

Yeah, I drive for a cliff. Why?

You think I was involved in this?

But I did something.

Tell me about your relationship with Abby.

We were mates.

You were at the pub with her last night after work.

Yeah, she got some texting left.

Look, what is this?

Doesn't look good.

Hiding that you've been in a relationship with Abby.

Look, it was just a short thing, all right, last summer.

We decided it wasn't working.

Meaning she ended it.

She always planned to move, so... A friendly parting of ways.

Simple as that.

Now, it may have been over for her, but you couldn't quite let it go.

I was the one person who got what she was doing.

I was good at school, too, I just...

They need to get away from my dad.

I didn't send any text from a computer.

Okay, a couple of weeks ago I... I asked if she would stay and

she turned me down.

She said it was too dangerous.

I don't know what she meant. I thought she was joking.

I'm not the only person to drive a forklift round here.

Ludmilla Nowak does too. She lives with the other foreign workers around back.

Yes, I can drive forklift, but... I got nothing to do with this.

Is that how she died?

I'm afraid I can't answer that with no whack.

I like Abby.

She looked like a flower, but she was tough.

Two days ago, I see her tell Wendy, no.

I don't know what about something working hours, but I could tell she made

scared.

Abby always make things right for people.

People like you.

I come from a bad marriage.

At one point I thought about going back to him.

But Abby convinced me to have a new beginning.

You left the pub at 10 .45pm.

You walked back here at 11 .30pm.

Did you hear or see anything unusual?

Anything at all.

It could really help Abby's family.

Sometimes I see a van parked at the warehouse at night. I don't recognise.

But not last night.

Three, two times.

A small blue with a sticker at the back

window in the shape of a compass.

Tell me about Abby when she left, when she received the text.

Suddenly she seemed, I don't know... Brightened?

No.

Nervous. Excited.

You think you know why?

Abby doesn't tell me.

I don't ask.

But lately I could see it. It was... She was in love with someone

new.

Trent? Yeah, we need all the CCTV from the Plough Inn ASAP.

Nice one.

There she is receiving the text.

I hope she goes to meet them.

There's another camera, boss.

Okay.

Who's this?

He's upset.

I've seen that face somewhere. I think he's on the Quinn employee register.

Oh, that's him.

That's Christian Koronis, Lithuanian national, one of Quinn's employees.

Mr Koronis!

Christian Koronis, open up, it's the police.

Open it.

He, uh, he never clocks in, or some people didn't with all the confusion

morning.

Um, this is his bed, and that's his locker.

No coat.

No shoes.

Some documents for... No wallet.

He's gone.

Christian Alexis Kolonis. Lithuanian national.

27. No known criminal record.

Farm and background including Euro 1 forklift training. Was hired via a third

party.

Employment agency.

Okay, nice one.

They, uh, they lost the scent.

They had it all the way to here.

Meaning he left in a vehicle?

Hang on, you think, uh, it was the blue van that Ludmilla Nowak was in?

It's not all bad news.

They found fresh tyre marks.

That's, uh, looks like plastic, boss.

From a vehicle indicator light.

Someone left here in a big hurry.

Boss? So, Uniform had no luck finding anything like a hammer or a crowbar.

Extend the search.

The area leading away from the rear of the warehouse.

Yes, boss. Is that from the agency?

Christian Colonus tried to apply for work at Quinn Artisan privately first.

It's just, we found this stuff on Christian Colonus' side table.

It's a list of names.

And an invoice from Quinn Artisan Stone.

Could be something in it.

All right, yeah, I am. Look.

I know that Christian Colonus is a strong suspect.

But my gut is telling me that all roads lead to Quinn.

We've come across a name.

Someone Abby may have mentioned.

Christian Colonus.

Is that who?

That name means something to you.

I don't, I don't know.

Go on.

A couple of weeks ago, I came home. She was on the landline. She shut the door

on me.

I just thought it was some uni stuff.

She was sort of saying, please help.

And then I think, I think she might have said, Christian is not going to

stop.

OK.

Hey, welcome back.

Itemised phone bill for Tina Marshall's landline.

Cover in the last month, not many calls.

A couple of weeks ago puts us around the 8th.

Tina gets in at 6pm.

There's only one call around this time. Mobile number.

I think it's on the PNC database.

Here,

arrest record.

Suspect gave it as a contact number.

Selina Pusch, 30, from Rybnik in Poland, arrested for soliciting in a public

place.

I've seen her.

She was at Abbey's vigil.

We found you because the church is registered as your point of contact.

I imagine you know why I'm here.

You saw me at the vigil.

Selina, you're under no suspicion.

I'm here because we need help investigating Abby's death.

I don't know anything.

I just want to work, so please.

We know you spoke with Abby.

We're aware that she asked you for help.

Pleaded with you.

You met with her.

It was only once.

I don't know how she found me.

Stupid girl.

She had my mobile number.

I told her, no, I don't want to meet, but she still came.

She was...

She wanted information from you. And I told her I can't help, I don't

know anything.

She asked about your arrest.

I told her, stay away from this.

She needed help.

I know she told you that Christian isn't going to stop.

Christian Colonus.

I'm sorry, I can't.

No more, it's too dangerous.

Selina, please.

A young woman had been killed.

I've told you everything I know, that's it all.

Leave me alone.

Do you see our charmers?

We're on our way back. I spoke to Selina Pushk, and she's scared.

Sounded to me like her soliciting was done under duress.

It's more common than we'd like to admit.

Migrant women who've made it over here just disappear, end up forced into sex

work. Some modern slavery.

We'll need to see all the intel you've gathered on organised criminal groups.

Every lead, every rumour. And I'd like to listen to Selina Push's interview

recording.

Sorry, hang on. Hold the line, just one minute.

Right, so that is what Abby was investigating.

Christian is tied up in some criminal organisation.

He gets wind, comes after her.

The only one who can tell us that is him. Yeah.

And the van Christian got away in? Give us the location.

Just radioed it. Crossed the A537, now travelling west along Hollandale Road.

That's right here. If we take the next junction, we will probably see it. Hold

on.

We missed it. Wait a minute.

Here!

Time for it. Let him try.

What?

Tim Selby, you are under arrest.

Don't give me a mistake.

Well, well.

Plastic cable ties, plastic sheeting, shovels, cement, a drum of hydrochloric

acid. What were you doing with all of this, Wendy?

I was bringing it back to the main warehouse.

I'm speaking to Tim Selby next.

And he'll tell you.

I've been over -ordering some stock, storing it to sell on, you know, grey

market. But it's all been returned.

That was the last batch, I swear.

I've got Tim to help me out of hours.

So why the change of heart?

I got caught.

By Abby Marshall?

She saw what you were doing, called you out, and it scared the hell out of you.

I've never seen her like that.

She threatened me.

Said, there's bigger stuff going on here, and I'll get caught up in it if I

don't put it right.

And what does she mean by that?

I don't know.

But I could see from her face she was deadly serious.

Look, no -one needs to know.

I've put it right.

You don't know what it's like.

I busted my gut for that company.

Made them so much money.

And then little Lord Fonkeroy wafts into the job I'd been promised.

Forces Daddy to make him boss when everyone knows I run that site.

You have wasted police time and resources.

At least it explains why the CCTV was down.

You dismantled it to gain access.

No! No, see, that weren't me.

Right. Hang on, Wendy.

You knew the CCTV had gone down.

You saw who did it.

Tell me who.

Now!

I've no idea why, but the outside camera, the one dismantling it...

Would that be?

So, the exterior camera goes offline at 11 .07pm. And this

is the interior CCTV, which covers the portacabin office.

As an office, it's more of a file storage, invoices, dockets.

OK. Look, hear me out, right? So...

If Abby was the one who broke into Quinn Arthur's van and we think that she was

researching organisations tied up in modern slavery, then... Then you have to

wonder if there's a connection.

Yes. OK, but let's not jump ahead.

Hi. I've got the traffic CCTV and we're on the lay -by.

Great.

Christian Colonetti's van has to be in here somewhere.

There's got to be over 100 hours of footage here.

Three.

You're suggesting that if Abby was planning to expose Quinn, and maybe

what Christian was helping her with.

Yeah, exactly.

Well, the pathologist's initial report is just in. Right. And Abby had

Christian's DNA under her fingernails. Oh.

So I suggest you do what you can to find Christian Colonus or his vehicle.

Yeah.

Night. Night.

I sent over all the crime reports from the night of the murder.

I saw.

Be good to have the same for the two bordering stations, Hallowfield and...

Marshburn. I'm on it. I really appreciate all these extra hours.

Work at the job.

And I suppose you care for a drink.

Sorry. I just meant there's a thank you.

I have a lot to do. Yeah.

I won't, but... Thank you.

No problem.

BCI Chalmers is bending over backwards to help me get Elliot Quinn's bleeding

head done a platter.

Well, I told you you'd see why I sent you. He's not trying to steal your cake,

though, is he?

Good luck with that.

But no.

At least not yet.

I can't...

You're starting to sound like Chet.

Paid the guy to deliver. That is one small chips and gravy.

Don't say I don't ever treat you.

Goodness, Gove.

You really shouldn't have.

I've logged a couple, but they're not the type we're looking for.

Could it be a road we haven't checked?

No.

Probably the wheelbase measurements I got wrong somehow.

A bloody waste of time, eh?

Is something up?

Hmm? It's just, you used to pull that first when the vending machine packed

Yeah. I'm just, uh, tired and, yeah, that makes me question my

decisions, which is a good thing. It's a good thing.

And the boss, she keeps us in check anyway, doesn't she?

It's, uh, part of the process, yeah, part of the process.

You, um...

I don't know, do you ever feel like your radar's a bit off?

I think self -doubt is the sign of a thought process without ego.

Shows emotional intelligence.

Tends to yield better decisions.

Yeah. I mean, you weren't wrong about ditching Belmont and joining the boss,

were you? No, I was not.

No, hang on.

I might have something here.

Bigger than Tim Selby's van.

It's one of the types you whittled it down to.

I can't see the driver.

No, but look. The offside indicator's busted.

Bloody bingo.

That is good work, Trent.

And, um, thanks, mate.

Thanks.

Um, if you're gonna...

eat all that gravy, I'm going to be very angry.

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