"I still say he's one of the few bobbles - and in 30 years I can count them on one hand - who looks at you face-first." "Ambitious, going for top post, my bet." "Will Pemberton." "~ I'd like you to meet - ~ Rachel Bailey." "I've met Rachel briefly at the CPD day at Signet House last month." "Investigative techniques." "The refresher course." "He ran it." "~ I hear you're in our building now." "~ Hardly there." "HQ mostly." "My office is there." "I'm running a project " "~ sexually-motivated crime. ~ Might bump into you in a corridor somewhere." "~ If you ladies would excuse me..." "~ We'll excuse you calling us ladies." "~ How did I do?" "~ Very convincing." "~ Gill was flirting with you." "~ Your boss likes me." "Does that mean you're over me?" "Nah!" "I have to get some sleep tonight though, Will." "Can't keep living off Barocca." "And I'm not going to mess this job up." "So...no shagging." "We'll have a meal...a bottle of wine... ..and talk politics." "Oh, bugger that!" "I'm thinking..."Do this." "We're adults." "It'll be good for Elise." "No big deal." "It's only a meal."" "I was so busy patting myself on the back for being mature," "I didn't think about how it would feel." "~ She was not what I expected." "~ Who?" "Elise?" "Oh, say it again." "Eleanor Goodhead, Rach!" "Janet." "Come in." "Elise is so nervous." "But I promised her I'd love you dearly." "No, I was wrong." "She's not dowdy." "~ And funny, smart, nice." "~ You're those things." "~ She can cook. ~ You can cook." "I'm not saying I'm not those things." "I'm saying she IS those things." "Listen, she's also... ..voluptuous." "Which I don't wanna start with but mm...mm...mm!" "Can't leave that out." "OK, we'll give her that one." "It's odd watching your ex kiss another woman." "Not that I want to be that with him again." "Obviously." "It's a bit like bumping into an old work colleague to be honest." "But...it made me realise..." "I want that again." "Yeah, you've said this - a boyfriend." "Yeah." "I dunno." "Something." "Anyway..." "I went home and drunkenly booked myself in for some ridiculous speed-dating thing." "Which surely must mean that the whole thing's over faster." "But now I'm thinking you should try hard at my age surely." "Chris?" "Yep." "Right." "We're at Dee Street, body in the bath." "Boss wants us to start knocking on doors before people check out." "Syndicate 8's gonna meet us there." "Yep." "See you soon." "You could just get drunk, pick up someone for a shag." "I need to talk to the press." "Have you got the briefing?" "So far, loads of forensic opportunities but not unusually a lot of contamination." "The maid only discovered the body behind the shower curtain after she'd stripped the bed and wiped down half the bathroom." "We've cleared the service lift for our use and we're working on clearing floor five where the body was found." "We seized the guest register." "Anyone who was here when the first officers arrived is waiting in that room there." "Interview the reception staff first." "We'll let them know we'll be back to get statements in due course." "~ Are you setting an alibi time?" "~ It's not clear yet." "The post mortem's later today." "We can close in when we know more." "But starting with 8pm yesterday when the victim was at Reception to 11am today when we closed the hotel." "~ We'll refine it later but work on that for now. ~ Good luck." "Brief me back here at five." "We do have some CCTV footage of her at Reception." "It's not great but it's not terrible." "She's wearing the same jeans, black crop top and sandals that we found in the room." "And it looks like she's carrying a purse or wallet." "And her hair makes her pretty hard to miss." "We've been able to produce this still photograph that you can use along with this briefing note in your interviews." "Thank you very much." "Could we even it out a bit?" "I feel like I'm tilting to one side." "When you've finished your tea give us a shout." "I've got to leave by six o'clock to get to the post mortem." "But what we know so far, there's evidence of ligature marks on both wrists." "Although whatever was used to tie them we haven't found." "Bruises on both knees." "When we found her the bath was empty but the skin around her hands and knees and feet suggested she'd been submerged for a good while." "So at some point while she was in that bath, there was water in it." "Also, other than the victim's clothing, there's no personal items of hers in that room." "No phone, no purse, no keys." "So whoever was there took whatever else was left when they went." "Rachel is going to fill us in with what we have as far as a victim profile goes." "Although you can hardly call it that at this point." "Rachel." "Me and Pete interviewed the night clerk." "The victim booked in for one night." "She didn't have a suitcase." "She paid with a kind of zippered purse." "And because she paid cash she wasn't required to show her ID." "Now, she checked in alone, but if we could just jump ahead for a second." "According to the witnesses in Room 515 next door, there was somebody else in there with her." "~ We just thought it was a bit loud." "~ They were having intercourse." "~ In the next room. ~ Yes." "It started about 9:30pm." "Went on for a good 30 minutes." "And how do you know it was 9:30?" "Because it seemed so early." "And loud!" "How many people do you think were in the next room?" "Well...two people." "Of course." "And how do you know it's two people?" "~ We heard them!" "~ You heard two voices?" "We heard a man...moaning..." "In what way moaning?" "I can't possibly reproduce it." "And then later...about ten... ..we heard a woman scream, didn't we?" "We thought it was the...you know... ..intercourse." "They weren't sure whether it was a scream of pain, as in somebody being hurt, or a very loud orgasm." "I'm not sure they knew the difference." "In any case, we know from their account there was somebody in Room 504 at 9:30 and it sounds like whoever was in there was having sex, so... that means we should get DNA and prints." "Rachel." "~ Pete. ~ The night clerk told us when the victim checked in she asked if there was a room under the name of Grant Meath." "He remembers cos he thought she said Meat and they had a laugh about it." "There was no room in that name." "So she checked in, presumably, still waiting for Grant Meath." "If she didn't show ID does that mean she didn't register at all?" "~ She signed in as Lola Lake." "~ Surely that's fake." "Or she's got parents with a sense of humour." "Interestingly, the only thing we have of hers aside from her clothing that could possibly identify her is a necklace with a silver disc and her name engraved and the name is Lola." "But that doesn't show up on any databases and there's no recorded "missing from homes" that match." "On the back of that necklace there's a number which may or may not be a phone number." "~ Any idea of time of death?" "~ All we know is rigor mortis had set in by the time the maid found her at 11am so she'd been dead for at least three hours." "The latest 8am but I think more likely between 10pm when your witnesses heard her scream and 6am when shifts change and people would be waking up." "But whether whoever was in there left straightaway or waited till there were more people in Reception... ~ Lee. ~ There are a lot of uns on the system." "It was a busy night." "I'd like a video compilation for each of them, please." "In the meantime, let's focus on finding this Grant Meath." "The night clerk also said prostitutes come and go a fair bit." "Just because she died naked in a hotel doesn't make her a prostitute." "Doesn't make her not one either." "We're on the edge of the red-light district and this is a posh hotel but it's also a knocking shop." "It's a relevant line of enquiry and we'll pursue it like all relevant lines of enquiry." "~ With open minds. ~ Just as long as everyone treats her with respect." "The identity of the victim has not been established and police are keen for anyone " "It's odd that nobody's reported her missing yet." "If members of the public have any information regarding this incident," "~ please call the..." "~ Does Gill know about us yet?" "No, of course not." "I wouldn't." "You should probably mention it." "I don't think Gill would be remotely interested." "That her DS is sleeping with the Detective Super?" "Enough people think I don't deserve this job already." "I don't want people thinking I threw myself around upstairs." "I just think it's better..." "to keep us between us." "For now." "Whatever "us" is!" "Actually..." "It's better for me if it's out in the open." "It's less...muddy." "We're not doing anything wrong." "I just don't want to give anybody any leverage to claim I'm not honest." "I don't like sneaking around." "Maybe I'm being daft but I... ..don't want the blokes at work or... or even Janet to think that I'm using this in any way..." "Maybe I like secrets." "OK, post mortem results are in." "Lola drowned." "Asphyxiated due to submersion is what we think." "Professor Jackson said she smelt like a pub inside." "Foam in the airways, lungs ballooned, water in the stomach." "There's also a nasty bruise on her head." "On the crown." "~ Was she raped?" "~ It's hard to say." "There's been vaginal and anal penetration but no tearing." "Which, in the case of anal, could mean it wasn't forced." "No traces of semen so far." "Suggests whoever it was wore a condom." "We swabbed for lubricants." "Again, consensual sex maybe." "Or a rapist covering his tracks." "~ There was nothing under her nails." "~ Makes sense if her hands were tied." "Yeah." "But why were her hands tied?" "Boss." "A woman rang on the incident line, Chloe Michaels." "She was at the Queen's Chamberlain a few weeks back, had sex with a bloke she met on Clicker." "It's a website." "~ She says he attacked her." "She thought it might be relevant." "~ Morning. ~ Morning." "Good." "Bring her in for an interview." "Has anything else come through?" "Anyone who knows Lola?" "Clicker might mean Lola used a fake name." "I've asked Mitch to look at the Clicker site for posts related to sexual services." "~ And the number on the tag?" "~ Yep. 0414 is a mobile phone prefix used in both Australia and Venezuela." "I've got telecoms researching them." "Who are these parents who aren't looking for their daughter?" "~ Yeah?" "~ I'm Detective Constable Chris Crowley and this is Detective Constable Janet Scott with the Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team." "~ Are you Grant Meath?" "~ Why?" "Can we come in, Grant?" "Grant, we're investigating the suspicious death of a young girl at the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel on Friday." "~ Can you tell us where you were that night?" "~ Working." "~ Where were you working?" "~ Oldham General Hospital." "~ What hours were you working?" "~ 8:30 till 6am." "I do night shifts." "Have you ever been to the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel?" "Why are you asking me about this?" "We're trying to locate a Grant Meath who might have met a woman at that hotel Friday night." "You think I'm that person?" "We were...you know fu" " Having sex." "And...then when we were getting close..." "Close?" "You know..." "About to... ..orgasm..." "He started pressing my neck." "At first it was a rush, like he was in charge." "I mean...sometimes in the heat of the moment you do things you wouldn't expect to." "But then I couldn't breathe suddenly." "I got scared." "I got him off me, somehow." "And I got out of there." "Chloe." "Now this is just so that I can get a better picture and I don't want to embarrass you at all." "But could you describe in a bit more detail the position you were in when he tried to strangle you." "He wasn't strangling me." "He was...pressing." "There was pressure." "I was on the bed." "On my knees." "With my head down." "He was behind." "Is that enough?" "You chose not to report it at the time." "Was there a reason?" "Cos I was OK." "Were you scared to report it?" "No." "I just thought sexting strangers, hooking up..." "It's a lottery, isn't it?" "But then when I saw that on TV... ..and somebody was dead..." "I just felt so stupid." "It could have been me." "Chloe." "Chloe, I'd just like to go back." "Could you describe the man for me?" "He was... ..fit." "Big man?" "Small man?" "Average man?" "Average." "But fit." "Two eyes, two ears." "Anything that you can tell us is going to be helpful." "~ Maybe I just gave him the wrong impression. ~ What impression?" "That I wanted it like that." "And how would you give that impression?" "Er... ..I might have...wanted to try it." "OK, can you elaborate on that?" "Try...what?" "SM." "That kind of thing." "Do you think if I'd have reported it earlier... ~ she wouldn't have been killed?" "~ No." "Chloe." "Whether this is related or not, this is not your fault." "OK." "I know you said earlier that you didn't exchange names but was there a name he'd used on his profile?" "Do you remember the profile name that the man that you met used?" "Grant." "We've confirmed that he works at Oldham General Hospital." "He clocked in at 8:36pm on Friday night and clocked out at 6:02am but these porters are largely left on their own between, so we need to look at CCTV to confirm he was actually there." "But we think there's a resemblance between him and... ~ ..unknown No.4. ~ A porter with a briefcase." "~ It takes all sorts." "~ He is odd, Grant." "When we told him someone had been killed, he seemed to enjoy the attention." "And he admitted to using Clicker but he says he buys old cricket balls." "~ I'm scared to ask!" "~ He's certainly not playing cricket." "Maybe he likes playing with old balls." "Lee." "Number four." "Chloe says the Grant that she met was average size and fit." "This Grant Meath isn't looking fit to me." "Not cricket fit or sexy fit." "There are some similar things to Lola." "Lola booked the room." "Chloe says she was asked to book the room." "Arriving with nothing as you're not staying." "~ And the SM could explain the tied wrists. ~ Got his prints?" "~ Reluctantly. ~ Researching Clicker to get the IP address on the message to Chloe." "~ So we can action that account." "~ Grant is definitely a person of interest." "Let's check out his lifestyle." "Does he use the personal ads on Clicker?" "Interview his supervisors and colleagues." "Find out how he gets to and from work." "Do a CCTV trawl around the hospital." "If he has sneaked in and out let's get some evidence." "I thought I was so grown up the first time I slept with a stranger." "I mean, I know some women regret casual sex." "I just don't but..." "Then a case like this comes up and I'm thinking... ~ "There but for the grace of God..." ~ Exactly." "It's not like I was any brighter back then." "Clearly, I was just luckier." "Any one of those times I could have been a Chloe or a Lola." "I've never found anything casual about sex." "Do I have to say hook-ups now?" "~ When's this speed-dating?" "~ Tomorrow." "Is it pathetic to have to pay money to have conversations with strangers?" "But apparently it's fast and fun and if I don't meet someone I'd like to see again my next speed-date is free!" "So I can see them again!" "I'm seeing Will Pemberton." "Detective Super Pemberton?" "Since when?" "Since...about a month ago." "Wow!" "Wow!" "That's a pretty high-calibre hook-up there, Rach." "I know what you're thinking." "~ I'm thinking, "Is she pouring rocket fuel in her Weetabix?" ~ Rach?" "The CLO's traced the computer." "It's a secure static IP address." "An office in the city that houses a large imports company." "The CLO's meeting me there to meet their IT team, track the router." "As long as your notes are in English." "No jargon." "I don't speak geek." "Please, don't say a word about Will." "Yeah?" "Gonna get off." "Try and sleep." "Brain-fry." "Do you want me before I go to check your car?" "Where have we got with the IP address?" "Mitch has located the computer the messages to Chloe were sent from." "But at least eight other people share that computer." "And do any?" "Match the description Chloe gave?" "Mm." "She was pretty vague." "Perhaps two or three of them but we'll speak to all of them." "Good." "Boss...shall I drive you home?" "Aw, go on." "Are you... ~ .." "OK?" "~ I'm deeply annoyed." "~ With me?" "~ No!" "Not you." "You've been fine." "Better than I expected." "When Janet said no I was like, "OK, Rachel, step up," and you have." "It's worked out better this way." "It's so bloody annoying." "The lab's come back." "Lots of unidentified prints and a partial DNA profile that isn't on the database." "Traces of lubricant, so whoever it was did wear a condom." "We've checked, tested, every sheet in that trolley." "Lola was never even in that bed." "Nothing on her clothes." "And where's her purse, her phone, her family?" "~ Why didn't she want it" " Janet?" "~ Rachel, forget it!" "Look... no matter how long it takes we will get a result." "Thanks for the lift." "We're going to bring her back in." "~ Bringing who back in?" "~ Oh." "Chloe Michaels." "I suggested to Gill that we show Chloe the wall as an information-seeking exercise." "See if she recognised anybody." "~ As she's not going to make a complaint. ~ She might change her mind." "Oh." "OK." "Forget that plan." "And if she does, and we've marched her into the incident room, showed her the wall with the suspect, we've burned her." "Yeah, of course." "Agreed." "Her evidence against him can never really be used at court." "Yeah, Rach, I get it but you should tell Gill if Chloe's not 100% decided about pressing charges." "Why didn't you speak to me about this first?" "~ You weren't here so I spoke to Gill." "~ You're meant to speak to me first." "It is meant to go through me, Janet." "Oh." "OK." "Er, well, Rach..." "I'm sorry but um..." "I really didn't think it was that big a deal." "It's just not protocol." "~ Are you actually following me?" "~ I wasn't finished." "Because I needed to go to the toilet if that's OK with you." "Are you hungover or something cos you're really out of order?" "I'm out of order?" "!" "Every time you get a piece of information or an idea you go to Gill." "~ Well, maybe that's what I'm used to." "~ I'm the sergeant." "So I need to know what's going on." "If it had been me I wouldn't have minded cos we're all on the same side, Rachel." "Are we?" "Really, Janet?" "What is wrong with you?" "This is only gonna work with us if we follow protocol." "Yeah." "Fine." "Well, I said that I was sorry!" "OK." "Thank you, Janet." "And this witness Chloe knows she's going to be going through the courts for at least a year and the odds her accused will get a conviction are...to be honest..." "Let's face it, the odds are down low." "Is it any wonder women don't make complaints?" "Six out of ten convictions isn't low." "It's four women humiliated for nothing." "But three in ten accused of rape could be convicted of a lesser charge like sexual assault." "So that makes just one." "One." "Yes, but nobody wants to be that one." "Going through the courts for a year for nothing so she says nothing." "You're furious about being asked to be sergeant second." "You need to be thinking about your next ranking." ""Where do I want to be in a year, two years, five years down the line?"" "~ I wanna be Gill. ~ So you need to show them you got the talent to lead." "Yeah, except..." "Except what?" "Except I think I buggered that up this morning." "So...get back in there." "Mitch has tracked the time the messages were sent to Chloe." "And based on emails, were sent from that same computer before and just after the messages to Chloe, they've identified the individual who was using that computer at that time." "James Tollis but he calls himself Grant on his Clicker profile." "No previous." "He's met a lot of women on Clicker." "But so far nobody that we think is Lola." "And there's no traffic at all on his profile on the day she was killed." "But it is possible he could use other sites or a mobile phone app." "~ Yet to be determined." "~ Bring him in." "Interview him." "~ Get his samples." "~ About Grant Meath's alibi." "He's on CCTV at the hospital but not for his entire shift." "If he was there somebody's got to have seen him." "Boss, also, when you said she wasn't in the bed, well, I was thinking last night, the bruises on Lola's knees, given that the room was carpeted..." "If a person was on their knees in the bath, and someone was taking them from behind, that would cause those marks." "And so say she's got her head down, hands are behind her back, and she hits her head on the tap." "She's drunk, head goes underwater, she can't get up." "She involuntarily swallows water, epiglottis closes over, respiratory arrest, unconscious." "Oh, Rachel." "Cut Janet some slack." "So she's living with her as Eleanor, a sort of stepmother situation?" "I'm not ready to use that word." "Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her or anything." "Yes?" "I'm Detective Constable Chris Crowley and this is Detective Constable Janet Scott." "Manchester Metropolitan Police Major Incident Team." "Are you James Tollis?" "Daddy, now!" "Go and look after your brother." "We're investigating the murder of a young woman who was found at the Queen's Chamberlain hotel in Manchester on Saturday morning." "We're speaking to everyone who was in the hotel on Friday night." "I wasn't." "~ Sorry? "I wasn't..."?" "~ I wasn't at that hotel." "OK." "As part of our enquiry we've spoken to a witness," "Chloe Michaels." "She was in the same hotel a few weeks before." "With a man." "We suspect that man was you." "Not here." "I'm minding the kids and..." "wife's out." "Of course." "Is there anybody who could look after the kids while you pop down to the station?" "~ Am I under arrest?" "~ No, James." "We just want to ask you a few questions." "As you're aware, we're investigating a young woman's murder at the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel." "James has just nodded." "~ Could you please confirm that, James?" "~ Yeah." "Whilst investigating this murder we've found a witness Chloe Michaels." "Chloe alleges that she exchanged messages with a man on Clicker.org.uk by the name of Grant." "Can you tell me anything about that?" "No." "No." "I don't know any Chloe Michaels." "She alleges that she met this man for a sexual encounter at the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel." "Can you tell me anything about about that?" "No." "I said I don't know Chloe." "I'm married." "Does the name Grant or Grant Meath mean anything to you?" "No." "No, I don't know him." "Have you ever been to the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel on Dee Street?" "~ I don't think so." "~ You don't think so?" "No." "Not that..." "I'm aware of." "Um... maybe years ago." "When would that have been?" "~ I don't remember exactly." "I don't know. ~ One year?" "Two years?" "I don't remember." "Do you ever use Clicker?" "Once." "I bought a bike for Danny." "What about the personal ads?" "Ever use those?" "I already said, I'm happily married so..." "I don't really look at that kind of thing." "How would you feel if I told you that after we spoke to Chloe we were able to trace those Clicker messages sent to her?" "We traced them to your work computer, specifically to the time you used that computer on the day those messages were sent." "Would you like to see a copy of those messages, James?" "James has nodded." "Would you please confirm that, James?" "Yes." "Did you exchange messages with Chloe?" "I guess so." "I didn't remember her name." "Yes." "I did." "Chloe said you suggested meeting at the Queen's Chamberlain." "I don't remember where." "In the messages we just showed you you specifically mention the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel." "I guess it was there." "Like I said, I don't remember." "Chloe alleges that she met you for sex in Room 219 of the Queen's and that this sexual encounter turned quite rough." "Can you tell me anything about that?" "No." "Did you have sex with her at the Queen's?" "It was just the once." "One time." "Have you ever met any other women just for sex at the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel other than the night you had sex with Chloe?" "~ I don't think so." "~ You don't think so?" "No." "According to your Clicker profile, you regularly meet women for sex and on at least three occasions in the past year you've suggested meeting at the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel." "Would you like to look at those messages, James?" "Would you like to take a moment to read them?" "No." "I don't need to read them." "I wrote them...according to you." "OK." "James." "Can you tell me what you were doing between 8pm on Friday evening and 8am on Saturday morning?" "Um..." "I was at home." "With my family." "And your wife will be able to verify you were with her at that time?" "~ We were sleeping." "~ From 8pm?" "!" "~ No!" "I don't know." "Maybe ten?" "You seem upset, James." "What's upsetting you?" "It's just..." "My wife doesn't know about these other women." "And I really don't want you to tell her." "All we need to do is ask her if you were with her on Friday night." "I love my wife." "I'm investigating a murder, not your marriage." "Chloe's the one that wanted it rough." "She said she liked it rough and then when it did get rough she freaked out." "Chloe alleges you pressed on her neck so hard she couldn't breathe." "~ She asked me to." "~ Asked you to do what?" "She wanted me... ..to dominate her." "I wasn't trying to hurt her." "I swear." "OK." "Well, Chloe's not making a formal complaint." "But we do have CCTV footage from the Queen's Chamberlain Hotel on Friday night of a man entering Reception at about 8:45pm, taking a lift to the fifth floor, and returning at 10:34pm," "and that man strongly resembles you." "What would you say about that?" "I need to pick up my kids." "Can I go now?" "I understand that you don't want your wife to know." "But we need to find out what happened in that hotel room on Friday night." "~ You said I'm not under arrest." "~ That's right." "You're free to go." "Are you saying you'd like this interview to stop?" "~ Yes. ~ OK." "But before you go we need to take your samples." "~ Samples?" "~ Fingerprints." "And a DNA swab." "You said you separated in March but you'd been perusing the dating market for six months." "More or less." "Perhaps that's why your wife left you." "I didn't say..." "I didn't tell you that." "Did I?" "More or less." "Look, to tell you the truth, Janet," "I couldn't care less." "She wasn't right for me." "So have you been to this speed-dating thing before?" "Not really." "You just said "the usual" when asked about your day and that included coming here." "It's just...you seem a bit..." "inconsistent." "James refused to give us his samples." "Said he needs to speak to his solicitor." "We've arranged for him to come back in tomorrow." "Chris and Janet looked at the wall." "They reckon it's him." "Janet said he was lying all over the shop, flapping like a fish." "Get a better view here." "Leaves the bar, 8:20." "Heads to the lift, toilet corridor." "Back out." "Five minutes later, back to the bar." "Out again at 8:45." "This time up in the lift alone." "By Lee's calculation, the fifth floor." "Where he tied Lola's hands, had several kinds of penetrative sex with her and drowned her." "Back down in the lift, 10:34pm." "Exits, presumably, through that back exit, broken CCTV." "Should we be arresting him?" "If he did kill Lola, he's not about to go out and do it again." "If he doesn't come in tomorrow with his solicitor you can bet we'll arrest him." "Sorry, I'm still here." "So, I won't be able to be there." "'Oh?" "I was just making you some dinner.'" "Thank you." "I'll ring you back if I need any more information on that." "POLSA's found Lola's phone chucked in the skip at the back exit." "There's selfies of her all over it." "We have an identity for Lola." "An unregistered phone was recovered from near the hotel with several text messages on it about meeting in Room 514 on the night of the murder." "And there were photos on the phone of the victim in Australia." "But still no name." "So Rachel pursued Australian Telecoms and it turns out that the number on the victim's tag does match a discontinued phone number last registered to a woman by the name of Annie Gibson." "I called New South Wales Police and overnight they sent an officer to talk to Annie's parents and collect a photo." "Rachel had a sad conversation with Annie's parents this morning." "Her father told me that Annie's been travelling, that she was in Manchester." "They spoke to her last week." "He's flying to the UK to identify her." "~ So who is Lola?" "~ Her dog." "He was put down last year." "She was wearing a dog's tag around her neck." "~ Should have picked that up. ~ New South Wales police also managed to trace her bank cards to the YHA here in town." "I'm going to meet the CSO and the CSIs there after this." "It's possible the killer has been to that address at some point either before or after her death." "The messages do come up on Annie's phone as being from Grant but as Mr Grant Meath, who Rachel assures me actually does buy used cricket balls off Clicker, as he's admitted to being a work bludger who regularly ducks out of his shifts" "and kips under the stairs while the tax payer shouts him his salary," "I'm thinking James Tollis is using his name." "Now, we're trying to fast-track a subscriber's check on the phone the messages came from." "Other than that, all we have by way of a photograph is..." "The bloke she met on the night she was killed sent a selfie of his meat and two veg." "~ That's him?" "~ That's him." "James is due in later today with his solicitor and we will be taking samples off him." "Janet, ask him about Grant Meath again." "Peter and Mitch, can you get a statement from his wife today?" "James insists that he doesn't know Grant but what if we bring Grant Meath back in?" "~ Show him a photo of James, ask him if he knows him. ~ Excellent." "Do the text messages say anything other than arranged time and place?" ""I'm hot, rich and ready to make you mine." "I'm gonna make you feel like you've never felt before." "You're a naughty girl, gonna rough you up."" "I know it's practically trendy these days, this SM business, but James used the words "wanting it rough"" "when talking about Chloe and he seemed to indicate that the rough sex was Chloe's fault." "That he was a passive victim who hadn't a clue" "~ what he was doing. ~ I know this is out there but what if we got James to do us a selfie?" "~ Of his penis. ~ I'd be fascinated to know which bit of PACE covers that procedure." "I'm serious." "That one in that picture is clearly circumcised and not a huge proportion of men are." "If we got James to give us a photograph we could tell at a glance if it was a match." "Couldn't he just have got a picture off the internet?" "That doesn't prove anything." "In any case, unless there's something distinctive about it, one's much like another, I'm afraid." "It's like an ear impression - they're not that unique." "You can show him the photo and say, "Is this yours?"" "But nobody is going to agree to whip it out for you." "OK, Lee, by the way, is going to be acting FLO and bringing Annie Gibson's father in today so can we take this gentleman off the board, please?" "Rachel, would you like me to bring Grant Meath back in?" "~ I'm gonna send Pete and Mitch." "~ Good idea." "Well..." "Thank you, Janet." "~ I need one of those." "~ Here, have this one." "Thank you." "Rachel knows by the way." "Knows what?" "That she was second choice." "Oh." "Ohh." "OK." "Right." "Shit." "I didn't tell her." "No." "I told her." "Why?" "Why would you do that?" "I just did." "As our SIO, how could you think, for a second, that it would be good protocol to ask a member of your team to keep a secret from another one, and then go and reveal that secret anyway?" "And for the record, Gill, it went against the grain not telling her." "I never said a word." "Then, for no particular reason, you went and told her without warning me!" "How could you not see, as my friend, what an extremely uncomfortable position that would put me in?" "~ I let it slip. ~ Yeah." "And left me in it." "If I had to describe it I'd say Grant was pleased." "~ Awestruck even. ~ That his name was linked to a murder inquiry?" "No, that James Tollis, head boy at St Thomas A Becket High School, knew, much less remembered Grant Meath." "Grant was regularly bullied by a gang of popular lads that James ran with." "James Tollis bullied Grant Meath?" "No, not James, no." "Grant says that he, Grant, was "too far down the ladder to be bullied by someone like James"." "He was just amazed he even remembered who he was." "This man's life gets sadder by the minute." "~ 'Cheers, boss.' ~ He's here." "James." "Detective Constable Janet Scott." "Afternoon." "~ We'll just go through here." "~ What happens?" "~ Now - ~ If I say I did it." "But it was an accident." "I had no intention of harming her." "I threw her phone in a bin out t'back but it didn't feel right to throw that away." "She was messed up but she was sweet." "I've just arrested him." "He confessed." "Right at the front desk." "Handed me her purse, corroborated the phone in the bin." "He's in the custody suite with Chris." "Great!" "Well done, Janet!" "~ Did he ask for an intimation warning?" "~ Yes." "Tell the custody officer we will tell his wife when we do the house search." "Rachel, get a search team together." "He alleges she asked him to have intercourse with her from behind in the bath, hold her head under the water while she held her breath." "~ He says it was an accident. ~ And cleaning up after was an accident too?" "I look forward to that story." "Andrew Redhead, 13 months old." "His injuries didn't fit with the parents' explanation." "~ Are you threatening us?" "~ We need to ask some questions." "Arrest me!" "Look at your face. "Winning the lottery ruined my life."" "Marcus!" "Don't take me for a mug." "I really don't like that."