"Hello?" "Yeah, get a statement from him." "He saw her land." " DI Neill, MIT." " Professor Dalton." "There are pieces all over the place, we'll need to bag them up as soon as possible, can we get that drain up please?" " Any idea who she is yet?" " None at all." "There's nothing in her pockets." "It's a very fast impact, she must have come down from quite a height." "I should take a look at the roof." "We are." "So?" "Well, there's no obvious signs of a struggle, there's no buttons missing, nothing in her hands." "Indentations on her left wrist." " See?" " Yeah." "Probably a wristwatch." "Here, on her nose." " She wore glasses." " Well, we haven't found them." "Or the watch." "Haven't found her shoes either." "'scuse me." "Yeah?" "OK, I'm on my way up." " Thank you." " You're welcome." "That's tidy of her." "Isn't it just?" "!" "So..." "No signs of a struggle up here either." "What do you think?" "Anything to suggest she might have been pushed?" "No...not yet." " Guv, in here." " OK." "I'll leave you poor sods to it." "I'm on the roof." "They weren't meant to call you." " I'm on this, I'm OK." " Leo, it's too soon." "Well, if you're that worried, you can help." "What shall I use?" "A tea strainer?" "How long have you been up?" "Couldn't sleep." "How'd it go?" "So..." "Feeling fully operational again, then?" "A hovel." "Pretty squalid." "She's been squatting there, on her own I'd say." "No ID." "No-one knew her." "No-one saw anything." "Anything on the system?" "No fingerprint match, we're waiting on the DNA, so until then she's Jane Doe." "Part of a Jane Doe." " Not everything is present." " Right." "She's young." "Early 20s at the most." "No sign of any IV drug use, as far as I can tell..." "Well, there's no paraphernalia at the flat, no pieces of foil, no lighter, not so much as an ashtray." "I'll still get a tox report done though, shall I?" "Yeah." " Any finger print match?" " No, no, I told you." "Oh, yes, yes." "You're waiting on the DNA." "Some body fluid on the inner left thigh." "Could be semen." "There's no bruising though, there's no signs of a struggle, or of being held down." "How long ago?" "Not last night, more like yesterday morning." "These fractures are typical of a fall from that height." "So." "Death occurred, we think, as a result of multiple injuries, consistent with a fall." "It looks that way." "Unless I find something else." "I wonder whether her head struck the building on the way down." "Well, building, tarmac...what difference does it make?" "Perhaps we should go back and take another look." "I think we've seen all we need to, don't you?" "You happy with that?" "He's probably right." "Let's get a decent picture of her face, please." "See if we can't find someone who loved her." "I hear someone called you out by mistake." "Well, I am still a qualified pathologist, Harry." "Glad to hear it." "Hi, it's me again." "Please, just...just let me know that you're all right." "Are you here again?" " This must be the third..." " The third time this month?" "Yeah, I know." "What shall I do?" "I do love that car." "What's it this time?" "The engine warning light's on." "Well, it could be nothing, or it could be a bracket..." " or a gasket." " Yeah." "And at least I get to see you when you drop it back round again." "Well, we do aim to please, madam." "A driver is all part of the service." " When will I see you?" " Soon." "Her name is Ruth Gardiner." "She's my daughter." "Harry?" "Harry Cunningham?" " Yes?" " Oh, it's you." "Thank God." " It's Mary Bradburn." " Mary!" "Of course." "I haven't seen you for..." "What are you doing here?" "What's happened?" "It's James." "James is dead." "Nikki, I'll, um..." "Thanks, Hugo." "Is it absolutely necessary?" "If someone dies unexpectedly, then yes, it is, I'm afraid." "I can't bear to think of him being..." "What happens, exactly?" "Do you just look inside?" "We, um..." "Yes, basically." "We just check to see if he had a heart attack or whatever it might be." "It's all done with great care." " Had he been ill recently?" " No." "No, he was fit as a fiddle." "We'd just been to..." "I can't believe it, I can't believe it." "Mary, I'm so sorry." "I liked him so much." "I'm having supper with Mum tonight." "Why don't you come?" "I'm sure she'd love to see you." "And..." "Might be good for you to be with people..." "Perhaps..." "Perhaps... you," "Harry, could do the postmortem yourself." "Well, it would make me much happier knowing you were looking after him." "I... will make sure I'm there." "OK?" "Everything OK?" "Who was that?" "A woman called Mary Bradburn." "Her husband just died." "How do you know her?" "Friends of my parents." "James Bradburn." "Haven't I heard of him?" "Might have done, yeah." "Quite a well-known banker," "MP for a while, wrote a couple of books." "What happened?" "Don't know yet." "She just came home and there he was." " Close friends?" " Used to be." "Yeah, when I was young, very." "Used to go on holiday together, you know, that kind of thing." "He was great." "Very good foil for my dad." "How?" "Well, Dad was fun in a dry kind of way, but had his moods and all the rest of it, and James was just...big." "You know, big man, big presence, huge, generous laugh." "I used to worship him because" "I'd be the one kid there and he was the only adult who laughed at my jokes." "He must have been VERY generous." "Thank you." "No, I love these peeps into the Cunningham world." " It's bleak." " Sweet." "Little Harry surrounded by grown-ups." "Still how I feel now." "When did you last see him?" "Oh, not since I was about 12." "I remember him being at the funeral after Dad... killed himself, but, um..." "No, not for a long time." "I... brought these for the police." "I thought they might like to know what kind of girl she was." "Of course." "I gave her this for her birthday." "She was ten." "This is my writing." ""There is a spirit which I feel that delights to do no evil."" "This was her lifeline." "Why would she jump?" "Why don't you...?" "Do you know... if she was seeing anybody?" "Two years ago, when she was 21." "She'd never had a boyfriend, never." "She upped and left me, just like that." "Gone." "She was involved in something." "Something very serious, but" "I don't know what." "Her friend had something to do with it." "Terry." "But I never met him." "Not properly." "She suddenly said she had to leave." "That I couldn't contact her because it wasn't safe." "And then she was gone." "And no contact at all?" "For two years?" "She called me once or twice early on." "I've wondered endlessly." "Why?" "Where?" "What for?" "Always a religious girl." "Maybe it was some kind of cult?" "Then... two weeks ago  she rang me... to say she was OK, was I OK?" "And that she'd like to see me." "That she'd been wrong about everything." "She sounded angry." "Angry, not depressed." "Determined." "She said one day when it was over, she'd tell me such a story." "I thought she was coming back." "Instead..." "I lost her... for a second time." "And I don't know a thing about it, not even where she was." "The police think that she was squatting in a flat." "Yes." "They said they'd take me there  but they're busy." " First on the left." " Thanks." "Yes, I'd like to speak to someone in CID, please." "Someone senior." "I'm worried about my boyfriend." "He hasn't been in touch in over a week." "Because of the girl in the paper, she was working with him." "I..." "I..." "I think they were involved in something very dangerous." "I can't say, but Phil is a police officer." "He's working undercover." "That's why I need to speak to someone higher up." "What are you looking at?" "I can't give you my name, I have told you why." "Oh, no, it's OK." "It's fine." "He's here!" "It's fine." " Where have you been?" "!" " Working." "You know that." "I've been going out of my mind." "That girl." "She's dead, I thought something had happened to you." "It's all right, Dan, it's all right." "OK, I'm here now, it's all right." "Blood spatter, here." "It's been cleaned up." "And here... is evidence of pooling, quite extensive." "A good clean-up job, but" " not perfect." " Shit!" "Oh, and there's also a semen stain on the mattress." "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." "Nikki, hi, it's me." "Yep, I need you to do me a favour." "It's urgent." "Yes, Sir, it seems we missed a few things." "I want you to take another look at Ruth Gardiner's body." " What is it?" " A mistake." "Whose?" "Can you shut that door?" "Hi." "I'm on the roof." "There's a drag mark." "There's a scraping injury on one heel." "I know." "I know." "Send me a photo, will you?" "And anything else you think might be relevant." "Sure." " Did he see this?" " It's in the transcript." "He assumed she'd scraped the building on her descent." " What happened to her?" " She was murdered." "But they're making it look like a suicide." "Why?" "Because they know I'm onto them." " They just..." " Don't!" "Impossible to say whether it's from hitting the building or landing." "I think I know what one cause could be." "Here, look." "The hairs look a little singed and there's tattooing from firearm residue." "It's very subtle, but, um..." "Shit." "We're searching the area for the weapon." "We need to reconstruct." "I've got to find the rest of the skull." "There are police involved with these people." "Look, you can't go ringing them now, it doesn't matter how long I've been gone for." "You can't talk to anyone, OK?" "OK." " We have to be very careful now." " I know." "No, I don't think you do." "These people will hurt anyone who threatens them." "Anyone who knows." "Right." "We need to examine all these window sills." "That's right, all of them." " But I don't really know anything." " You know enough." "I'm so worried about you." "I can look after myself." "The entry wound is high on the crown." "And the gunpowder tattooing on the surrounding skin tissue also suggests that she was shot at close range." "Could she have been kneeling?" "Possibly." "So the bullet exited through the back of the head, a couple of inches behind the ear." "It paints a rather different picture now, doesn't it?" "I'd better tell Mr. Gardiner." " I can do it if you..." " No, no, no, I'll do it." "I don't think we need to suggest to anyone that mistakes were made by anyone." "If I made a mistake, I'm more that happy..." "I put my great flat feet all over the crime scene and never saw a thing, it happens." "What good does confessing do us?" "Live with it!" "So what next?" "Go public?" "Appeal for witnesses?" "Possibly." "Possibly?" "Do you have a suspect?" "Her lover." "I don't think we can afford to jump to any more conclusions, can we?" "This girl was executed." "It's not like it was a lovers' tiff." "It could be this 'Terry' that she ran off with two years ago." "If this bloke thinks he's got away with it, we have an edge." "Why spook him?" "Half past six." "Why does it feel like midnight?" "Leo, anyone could've missed it," "I only found what I found because I was looking for it." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Sure." "It's one of the new slates that you put along the front." "No, John, it's dark and they're on the roof, and as I'm not an owl or a giraffe," "I can't tell you exactly which one, but something is rattling day and night." "Now, day I don't mind, but night, well, at my age, I need my beauty sleep..." "Kind of you to say so, but still I'd like it fixed." "Brilliant." "OK." "See you tomorrow." "Thanks." "Hello, darling." "Sorry about that." "That's OK." "John the builder?" "Yes." "Sweet man, can't stop talking." "Yeah, I heard how quiet you were." "He's in love with you, that's his problem." "Wants to see you so he deliberately mucks up your guttering." "Yes, that must be it." "Anyone in love with you at the moment?" "Sometimes for days at a time." "And there's a cat who wants to get into my kitchen." "I think he's in for the long haul." "How's work?" "Anything fun?" "Well, you know, not "fun" exactly..." " Mum!" "God, of course." " What?" " Did Mary call?" " Mary who?" "Mary Bradburn." "Obviously not." "I haven't seen them for years." "It's really sad, Mum." "James has died." "What?" "How?" "Just collapsed, apparently." "At home." "But..." "Why...?" " How did you know?" " Mary came to the lab." "He's with you?" "Yes, complete coincidence." " Are you going to do...?" " No, um, Nikki will." "But, er, I'll be there." "Mary asked me to be." "She was, er, very upset." "Obviously." "Mum, are you OK?" " Sorry, darling." "It's a shock." " Sorry, I didn't..." "Just...as you said, you haven't seen them for such a long time." "No, but...it brings back all that time, memories." " Dad and everything?" " Yes." "So you're going to do the postmortem?" " Nikki will and I will be there." " Oh, yes, yes, you said." "And James is with you now, at your work?" "Yeah." "Well, anyway, we mustn't let it spoil our supper." "Tell me about this cat." "Danielle Boyce?" " Yes?" " Detective Inspector Neill." "You called the station." "You, er..." "You have information about this girl." "I can't talk to you right now." "Please, please." "Just a couple of questions then I'll be gone, I promise." "You said your boyfriend was a police officer." "Phil?" "Phil who?" "I made a mistake, I don't know anything." "This girl...was murdered, Danielle." "I don't know anything about it." "I haven't even got a boyfriend!" "Morning." ""It was claimed last night that police" ""investigating the mysterious death of Ruth Gardiner," "" a 23-year-old woman from west London," ""failed to spot crucial evidence."" ""Expert Exposed Police Blunder."" "Yeah, that's what I thought." "Well, I can't get hold of him, would you try for me?" "Sure." "I'll wait." "Of course it wasn't Leo." "No, I kind of wish it had been though, don't you?" "Do you know where he is?" "In the cutting room, I think." "So, what is it, Mum?" "A long time ago..." " Did you and James have an affair?" " Yes." "Right." " After Dad died?" " Yes." "I'm not proud of it, sweetheart." "I was lonely." "I was in a weird place, whatever it is you say nowadays." " And James was, he..." " Mum, it's all right." "Even mothers are allowed a private life." "Of course." "It's just that with James being such a close friend of Dad's." "Let him who's without sin and all that." "Did Mary know?" "I'm not sure... and that's the thing." "What thing?" " I had a ring made for James." " A ring?" "As a present." "It was nothing grand, just a plain silver band." "You must have been very fond of him." "It was more out of gratitude, really." "He wasn't the great love of my life, that was Dad  but he helped me a great deal." "And..." "I don't want that to just vanish." "You want to get the ring back?" " It may be long gone." " Did he always wear it?" "20 years ago he did." "Wait here." "I hope you realise that this had nothing to do with me." "So who was it?" "Mr. Gardiner, perhaps?" "I could phone the paper." "Feel free." "Can't be arsed." "It seems you may be right." "This case might be more complicated than I thought." "This is someone called Danielle Boyce." "She called the station." "'Someone senior?" "Do you have some information?" "I'm worried about my boyfriend." "He hasn't been in touch in over a week." " And you're worried because...?" " Because of the girl in the paper." "She was working with him, I think they were involved in something very dangerous." "Like what?" "I can't say, but Phil is a police officer, he's working undercover." "That's why I need to speak to someone higher up." "Could that be true?" "Undercover work's all a bit... undercover, if you know what I mean." "Even inside the job." "She might just be a crank." "There is a silver ring there." "He was still wearing it?" "Is this it?" "I don't believe it." "Mum, if you want this, you can't just take it, you're going to need Mary's permission." "Yes, yes, I know that." "I'll go and visit her, no, write to her." " Maybe I'll call..." " Mum!" "I'm going to have to see her after the PM to tell her whatever cause of death was, so I'll do it." " No, sweetheart, I couldn't ask you to do that..." " You're not asking me, I'm offering." "Thank you." "I'd like you to talk to Mr. Gardiner for me." "Why?" "Well, he won't speak to us." "Says he doesn't trust us." "He seems to think very highly of you, though." "Shouldn't you be trying to reassure him?" "I don't have time to build bridges, we've lost enough time on this case already." "So what do you want me to talk to him about?" "Well..." "I'm just wondering if he knows more about" "Ruth's secret life than he's letting on." "I thought you might, er, fish around for me." "You might find an opportunity to clear your conscience while you're at it." "Right." " What about yours?" " Oh!" "Don't worry about mine." " Someone's already done that for me." " I..." "Isn't that a good sign?" "If the police admitted it was murder...?" "No-one's admitted anything." "They've been caught out by the pathologist." "At least there are some honest men left." "Shall we start?" "Yeah." "Cancer." "Really?" "Where's the primary?" "Body is in the pancreas, hence no jaundice, secondary's in the liver." "The tumour's wrapped itself round the pancreatic duct, acute pancreatitis." "Enough damage there to kill him suddenly, do you think?" "There's not much, but it's impossible to tell the metabolic and endocrine effects, isn't it?" "Hmm." "So, complications following a metastatic cancer?" "There's nothing else." "Unlucky." "Mike!" "They're trying to frame someone for that murder." "Someone connected to me." "I need you to do something very important." "I've got to get him into a safe house." "And I need you to set it up." "Rent the place in your name." "Pay with cash from your account." "He'll know not to ask any questions." "But you're not to talk to him." "Don't say anything, don't even give him your name." "Nothing." "They didn't want to know about a murder until you told them." "No, but I also made a bad mistake." "The evidence was there and..." "I just missed it." "You have to trust them." "Believe them." "You said that Ruth had such a story." "Any idea what it was?" "No." "Did she ever mention somebody called Phil?" "Possibly a boyfriend?" "Or a woman called Danielle Boyce?" "No." "Never." "Do you recognise this man?" " No." "Who is he?" " Robert Alanson." "Ruth was watching his flat." "Watching?" " Yes." " Why?" "It's been suggested that she was an informant." "For a policeman, working undercover." "No." "That can't be right." " Mr. Alanson?" " Oh, what now?" "Detective Inspector Neill." "I need to speak to you in relation to the recent death of a young woman." "Do you mind if we come in?" "Leave me alone..." "This is police persecution!" "It's been going on for months!" "I know you've been watching me, you can't get away with this!" "I'm going to have you, I'm going to have you for this!" "Somebody is going to pay for this!" "I'm telling you!" "Somebody is going to pay!" "A 45-year-old unemployed man from south London has been arrested this evening, in connection with the murder of Ruth Gardiner." "The man, whose name is Robert Alanson, has released a statement through his solicitor, apparently in expectation of such an event." "In his statement his solicitor claims Mr. Alanson has been persecuted by the police and that his client has shown him convincing..." "What is it?" "... evidence of a surveillance operation mounted on him going back many months." "Now, the key here is that Mr. Alanson is claiming the surveillance was carried out by Miss Gardiner who was murdered here." "I put this claim to the man leading this investigation, Detective Inspector Neill." "Detective Inspector, can you confirm or deny that Ruth Gardiner was a police informant?" "You know I can't comment on that." "This is an ongoing murder investigation." "This guy knows exactly who she was." "However, we do know she had a boyfriend." "You liar." "And we would appeal to that person, or anyone who knows who he is..." "There must be somebody you can tell all this to." "There's no-one, Danielle!" "I'm on my own!" "You are not on your own." "It might be better if I was." "Are they coming for you next?" "They're coming for all of us." "Guv?" "Guv." "It's the murder weapon." "Found in a bin below Alanson's flat." "Ballistics got a match." "How convenient." "The bad news is that, although there's a DNA trace on the trigger, it's only good for an LCN match." "It's not going to be enough." "What about the other stuff from Alanson's flat?" "Yeah, we've found some photographs." "Him watching her watching him." "I'm not sure who was stalking who." "But there's nothing that puts him at the crime scene." "So I need you to take another look at the body." "The body's been washed several times, we have already done a thorough search." "But there must be something." "A fibre, a drop of blood, sweat, tears..." "There's nothing that connects Robert Alanson to Ruth Gardiner." "I can't conjure evidence out of nowhere!" "I'm not asking you to." "Only to take another look." "Did you see this on TV last night?" "Yeah." "What was she doing?" "Why was she watching him?" "Do you think Neill's telling us everything?" "I don't know, I don't know what I think." "Something isn't right here." "Nothing adds up and I can't seem to think straight." " I don't know whether it's the case, or me..." " Leo, it's not just you." "However, we do know she had a boyfriend, and we would appeal to that person, or anyone who knows who he is, to come forward." " Hello?" " Professor, will you take an outside call?" "Yep, put it through." "Professor Dalton?" "Who am I speaking to?" "You're involved in the Ruth Gardiner case." "Yeah?" "So am I." "If you have information, then you need to speak to..." "I can't speak to the police." "I don't trust them." "Can I speak to you?" "Off the record?" "He had cancer." " Cancer?" " Primary tumour on the pancreas, but it had spread." "Normally in these cases, we'd expect it to be further advanced, but... given the absence of anything else, that's the most likely cause of death." "We have requested his medical records to check, but..." "I see." "Well, thank you, Harry, for coming round to tell me." "That's OK, that's OK, um... there is something else." "I hope you don't mind me calling you." "I'm a little unsure why you did." "Because you proved that girl was murdered." "If you think your boyfriend was involved with Ruth Gardiner," " you should tell someone." " Who?" "Detective Inspector Neill?" "I don't think so." " Well, why not?" " I know all about him, and now he knows about me too." "He's the last person I want to talk to." "He's a liar." "He's bent." "He's in it with the rest of them." " Who?" " The police." " All of them?" " No." " Who then?" " Bent cops." "They're in it up to their necks." "Danielle, I'm sorry, but..." "Prostitution, OK?" "Sex trafficking." "Young girls." "People at the very top, including right inside the police." " Who exactly?" " I don't know names, but Phil's team are involved too." "That's why he's had to start using people outside the police." " People like Ruth Gardiner?" " People like me." "You say your boyfriend's a policeman?" "Yeah, SCD 11, level one, undercover." "And how did you meet him?" "Through his work?" "No, at the hairdressing salon where I used to work." "He was waiting for someone." "We got talking." "We met for a drink." "Anyway, that's not important, that's not why I'm here." "Detective Inspector Neill isn't trying to find out who killed that girl, he's trying to shut it all down." "You know that man they arrested?" "Alanson?" "Yeah." "Yeah, he's involved, but he's small fry, he didn't do it." "They're... they're looking to fit someone up." " Phil?" " He's in danger." "You could stop them." "They know he's onto them." "They're coming after him and everyone who's involved." "What do you think I can do?" "You could go to the press if I gave you evidence." " You've got evidence?" " Phil has." "Can I speak to him?" "Maybe." "Maybe I could get him to talk to you." "He might...he might trust you." "Can you help us?" "I don't know." "Look..." "Take one of these, yeah?" "It's got my personal numbers on it." "Tell him he can talk to me, in confidence, whenever he likes." "Thank you." " You knew?" " Of course." "I knew about all his affairs." "Well, most of them." "Your mother was very far from being the only one." " I see." " James..." "James...was the most charismatic and exciting man I'd ever met." "That's still true." "I was very lucky to have him." "I soon understood that there would always be a bit on the side." "Just...perhaps not that the bit would be me." "Why did you stay?" "Women loved my husband, and I was one of them." "He always came back." "Besides, you know what they say... consider murder often, and divorce never." "Oh, what an awful thing to say." " I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." " It's fine." "It's fine." "Really, I know what you meant." "Why did you want to talk about it?" "My mother wondered whether she could come to the funeral, and didn't know..." "I'd... rather she didn't." "Of course." "Please tell me you found something." "We've been over every inch but..." "The trace DNA on the gun threw up 12 matches." "None of them Alanson." "And the DNA on Ruth's body's not his either." "So..." "I have nothing solid that puts him in the frame for a murder at all, and these guys are all drink-drivers or pissers in public." "Well, it's a fresh place to start." "Where's the Professor?" "I'm not sure exactly, why?" "Tell me, did you re-examine Ruth's body or did he?" "He did." "That's what I thought." "How did it go?" "Did she know?" "About the affair, yeah." "And the ring?" "I didn't ask." "Lost my nerve." "I know." "Pathetic." "But she was so dignified, it felt like I was kicking her in the teeth." "Oh, my God." "What?" "James's medical records have just come through." "He was told he had pancreatic cancer two weeks before he died." "He knew?" "!" "Yeah." "But she didn't." ""Complaints of abdominal pain." ""Patient informed prognosis is not good."" " Suicide?" " Or coincidence." "Pancreatitis had definitely set in." "Yeah, but we didn't ask for a tox report." "It didn't seem necessary." "Coroner's Office, please." " Peter Carmody?" " Yeah, that's me." "Detective Inspector Neill." "I'm told you're friendly with one of the mechanics here, Alex Webb?" "Yeah, has something happened to him?" "We'd like to talk to him but he's proving difficult to find." "Have you seen him recently?" "I haven't seen Alex for about a week, but I deliver cars, sometimes abroad, so I'm not always here myself." "Well, what can you tell me about Alex?" "I'm told that you two are mates." "No, not especially." "Does he have a girlfriend, you know?" "Alex?" "!" "Don't think so!" "What does that mean?" "Alex is a bit awkward around women." "They're all right on page three, but, er, not in the flesh." "All right, well, thanks." "What's this all about?" "Well, let's put it this way, if he calls you, you call me." " Immediately." "Yeah?" " Sure." "Thanks." "Yeah?" "They know it was you, get ready to run." "Please leave me a message after the tone." "I call back as soon as I can." "Danielle, don't go AWOL on me now, please." "Pack a bag and meet me at the safe house." "We have to move." " Hello, do you have an appointment?" " Yes." " Please come in." " Thank you." "They're one step away from here." "It's only a matter of time." "What do you need?" "I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to turn to." "I'm just glad I can help." "What else can I do?" "Nothing, I don't want them to find you." "You can't go it completely alone." "I can't trust anyone above me, Amanda." "They're going to deny they even know me." "They're going to turn everything inside out." "I was on the Tube, what's going on?" "Did you get my message?" " Yes, but..." " Then grab a bag and meet me there." " Leo Dalton." " It's Danielle." "I can't talk right now." "I'll try and persuade him to talk to you." "Can you meet us tonight?" " When?" " Say around eight, same place?" "OK." "Bye." "One of your suspects turned up a match." "Alex Webb." "The shirt in his locker at the garage has a very fine spray of blood on the collar." "Our victim's." "And on the right cuff of the shirt and jacket, apparently there's firearms residue." "Alex Webb pulled the trigger." " Don't move!" " It's just..." "Don't move!" "But there's no trace of him at the crime scene." "He walks in and he walks out?" "And then drops the gun in some bins beneath Alanson's flat?" "We've got unknown fibres from Ruth's clothing which we can't match to anything, including the jacket." "Alex Webb may have killed her, but what if somebody else staged the suicide and then cleaned up after?" "Robert Alanson?" "Do they even know each other?" "Well, she was stalking him." "That's hardly a motive for murder!" "Well, that depends on what's going on in his head, doesn't it?" "!" "Look." "All I want is physical evidence." "What about Phil?" "Any closer to finding out who he is?" "If he's a cop, no-one knows him." "All part of Miss Boyce's over-active imagination, no doubt." "Get in." "Alex, get in." "Alex." "In, go on." "Hi, this is Danielle, I can't take your call." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk"