"If the good Lord had intended man to dive underwater, he'd have put lead weights in his head." "It's a nightmare." "Jane needs a load of dosh for a new roof and now Alison tells me she needs her patio relaid." "Oh, this is interesting." "When I was a staff officer at the Yard, police divers were part of my remit." "I just wondered if you could help me, financially." "You know..." " I qualified as a diver when I was on holiday." " Takes all sorts." "I never knew you were a diver, Sandra." "How long did that take you to learn?" "Not very long." "Just a few days to learn the basics." "Remember Hans and Lotte Hass on telly when we were kids?" "Oh-ho!" "I never missed that programme." " Nor me." " You were hooked on diving?" "No, no." "It wasn't that." "No." "Well, this was the Fifties." "It was the only show on TV where you could see a fit bird in a swimsuit." " How old were you, Gerry?" " Dunno." "Nine?" "Ten, I suppose." "I've always had a thing for older women." "Now there aren't any." "# It's all right, it's OK" "# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey" "# It's all right, I say, it's OK" "# Listen to what I say" "# It's all right, doing fine" "# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine" "# It's all right, I say, it's OK" "# We're getting to the end of the day" "This is fresh evidence in the case of Marie Sinclair." "Shot dead." "Sinclair?" "Sinclair..." "Yes. 1989." " That's the one." " A married woman." "Having an affair with her husband's employee." "Michael Dudley." "He disappeared, along with a security van he was driving, around the time of the murder." "And the husband was in the frame for it." "Andrew Sinclair." "Dudley's disappearance has never been solved." "The investigating officers at the time believed that Sinclair killed his wife and the lover." "The Crown Prosecution Service felt there wasn't enough evidence to proceed." "That one." "Right." "Now, this place is called Whinfield Lake." "It's a disused quarry that was flooded 30-odd years ago, now being turned into a commercial water sports centre." " Are these our guys?" " No." "An underwater survey." "The first time it's been done." "Here we go." "Hang on a second." " What..." " An old armadillo." "Oh, it is, you know." "I take it this is the van that Dudley was driving?" "Yeah." "What we're looking at here is a semi-armoured vehicle." "Dual purpose." "It can be used for either cash-in-transit or secure deliveries." "Look." "You see?" "Double doors at the rear." "Inside that, an armoured blind that can be pulled down." " Yes, Brian." " Any sign of the missing man?" "No." "The divers didn't search." "Just reported it, then sealed off the site." "It could be a knock-off." "What was it carrying?" "Bullion?" "Cash?" "No, no, no." "A straightforward courier run." "The driver was delivering and picking up packages." "Nothing of high-value insurance." "So I'm tasking you with reinvestigating the Sinclair murder and Dudley's disappearance." "So, this time, you want Sinclair done and dusted." "No." "I want closure, Gerry, and I think UCOS can deliver." "Bollocks!" "Would you care to expand on that, Mr Sinclair?" "You are not going to reinvestigate my wife's death." "You're here to have another go at pasting me up for it, aren't you?" "New evidence has turned up relating to Michael Dudley's disappearance." "Well?" "The armoured vehicle he was driving has been discovered at the bottom of a flooded quarry." "Whinfield Lake." "Given what has been found and where that might lead, is there anything you'd like to say now that might help us to clear the matter up?" "I've always told the truth." "Well, let's get back to basics, shall we?" "Where were you on the morning of September 16th 1989?" "I was on the road." "I'd done a visit to a potential customer who wanted a quote for a regular payroll delivery." "We've got you down as security company proprietor." "Did that include sales?" "Yeah, we were a tuppence ha'penny security firm." "I did a bit of everything." "We got taken over shortly after." "Your wife was shot dead that morning." "According to the original investigation, you'd have had time to go home after that meeting, then get back to the office, where you were arrested." "Yeah, but I didn't." "What was your relationship with Michael Dudley?" "He was one of the drivers." "We were mates, really." "Did you know Dudley was having an affair with your wife?" " I've been through all this." " Well, we're going to go through it all again." "If Sinclair killed his wife at their home, he couldn't have dumped the van here and then got back to his office." "Why not?" "It's too far." "He wouldn't have had time, surely?" "No." "It's easy-peasy." "He wouldn't have messed around on the A and B roads, would he?" "He would have done a dogleg on the motorway." " That's even further." " But it's much, much quicker." "That's what motorways are for, Brian." "You're thinking like a cyclist." "Have you had this converted to diesel?" "No." "It just needs a bit of attention, that's all." "Mr Wilmslow?" "Gerry Standing." "Brian Lane." " Nice to meet you." " How do?" "So you're the owner of the site?" "My company acquired it for development earlier this year." " How secure is it?" " It's a big site." "A crested grebe." "A what?" "Isn't it wonderful how nature reclaims a blighted industrial landscape?" "We'll soon deal with nature." "Marie worked part time with me on the administration side." "Mick Dudley, he was an interesting bloke." "A good laugh." "The three of us got into the habit of drinking together, going out for a meal." "Sounds cosy." "Friends." "That's all." "Well..." "That's what I thought." "It wasn't that way for Marie." "And how did you find that out?" "Marie told me that she and Mick were attracted to each other." "We didn't have any secrets." "What about your feelings?" "I wanted to know what that meant for us." "I didn't want to lose her." " What did she say?" " She said she loved me." "There was no question of her leaving me for him." "It was just a physical thing." "And your reaction?" "Marie knew her own mind." "If that is what she wanted, if it didn't threaten us, I wasn't going to stand in her way." "We had an open relationship." "Are you saying you never even got angry?" "Maybe angry inside myself." "But never violent." "Not with Marie." "I loved her." "I still do." " So anyone could get access to the site?" " Yes." "They've been using it for years." " Nobody tried to stop 'em." " Who are they?" "Divers, mostly." "Well known as what they call "an unregulated site"." "That's how we know it will work as a commercial venture." "So what's the layout, underwater, here?" "What you've got is a broad shelf, at about nine or ten metres over on the far side." "That's where the novice divers would do what's called their "open water" training." "Yeah." "Then there's a drop-off down to 25 to 30 metres." "Just here, it goes down to 40 metres and more." " And that's where the van was found?" " Mm." "That set us back in development terms." "Every minute of your inquiry costs me money." "So, you had a civilised discussion with Marie." " What about Mick Dudley?" " We had to work together." "You don't start that sort of discussion during a tea break, do you?" "You mean to tell me you were working normally with a friend who was sleeping with your wife?" "Maybe that makes me look like a creep in your eyes." "It doesn't make me a criminal." " How long did this go on?" " Only a few days and then..." "Marie was killed and Mick went missing." "So a few days after you learn that your wife is having an affair, she is murdered and her lover disappears?" "I know how it looks." "I've had all this aggravation before because of how it looks." "You still maintain that Dudley killed Marie?" "It's bloody obvious." "Marie must have told Mick what the score was." "It was just a fling." "They had no future." "Mick killed Marie and... well..." "He did a runner and left me to take the blame." "Extensive efforts were made to find him at the time, both here and overseas." "Yet he was never sighted again." "Very wise of him." "The more obvious explanation is that you shot Marie, killed Dudley and disposed of his body." "Oh, yeah?" "So where's the evidence?" "Where is Dudley's body?" "Where is the gun?" "Sandra Pullman." "Oh, hi." "Thanks for getting back to me." "So, what can you do for us?" "You cannot be serious." "This is a murder inquiry." "Of course it's urgent." "Well, the actual crime took place in 1989." "If that's the best you can do for me, I'll have to live with it." "Cheers." "The Underwater Search Unit?" "Involved in two current investigations and won't be able to mount a full-scale search and recovery operation for at least a week." " Maybe even longer." " Wonderful." "We'll have to make some progress on dry land." "So..." "What did you make of Sinclair?" "A cold fish." "Creepy." "Makes him and his missus seem like a couple of Martians." "He was very agitated about the van being discovered." "Mm." "I'll tell you what..." "Go on." "Well, I don't know." "In a weird sort of way, I think he loved his wife." "Probably still does." "Maybe." "Of course that doesn't mean he didn't shoot her." "A fair point." "Look, Gerry, this is what happens when you use your enhancement tool." " Good pictures, aren't they?" "Yeah." " Here it comes." "What are you doing?" "This is fascinating." "Look." "You zoom in." "You can see the rear-door lock." "It's been blown open." "So that means that someone blew the lock and then dumped the van in the lake." "That would be the lay person's view, naturally." "We've been talking to an explosives expert." " And?" " Well..." "The propagation of a pressure wave, a sound or a shock wave from an explosive blast, is different in air from water." "What he's trying to say is, the explosion took place underwater." "That is interesting." "It sure is." "The van went into the lake intact, then a diver went down and blew it open." "I want to know what was on board that van." "Of course, this is all before my time." "My group didn't get involved in the security business until the early '90s." "Sinclair's firm was our first acquisition." " You've acquired a few since then." " Well, that's how I do business." "What did you do before, then?" "Medical equipment and supplies." "Export mostly." "The Middle East." "Would you still have the records for Sinclair's firm?" "Ooh, now you're asking." "Well, we've got some archives down in the basement, but God knows what's there." "This way." "Straight on." "We've got lots of er..." "ex-policemen working with us." "Oh, yeah, you would." "Yeah." "A good ex-copper is worth his weight in gold." "I wish I was." "Oh, yeah, I had an estimate for the car." "A new short engine." "1,500 quid!" "Oh!" "You're on your own with this lot." "You see, what we need is..." "What would you call it?" "A manifest bill of lading." "Something to show just what was on board the van." "There wouldn't be a document like that." " How come?" " Well, the thing is, it was a Post Office van." "There were lots of parcels from everywhere." "The contents could be anything." "Yeah, but each package would be numbered." "So, somewhere, there'd be a record of who sent each package." "The consigners." "Yes." "So, in principle, you could trace the consigners whose stuff was on a particular van." " And they would tell you what it was." " Well, theoretically, yes." "If they still existed, or if they'd kept records, but it would mean matching piles of documents." "Let's get matching." "Here we are. 1992." "'91." "Oh, 1991." "What?" "In '91, I won the Metropolitan Police chess tournament." " King's Indian Defence..." " Yeah." "Terrific." "Get on with it." "1991... 1990..." "A- ha." "1989!" "Here we go." "Look at this!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Oh, come on." "Well, I don't envy you your job." "It has its moments." "Just before you get stuck in can I have a word?" " Yeah." "What?" "This parcel came today." "Oh, yeah." "I thought it was my new curtains, so I started to open it." "Then I realised that it is addressed to you." "That's all right." "I have no secrets, Esther." "I was beginning to wonder." "It appears to be rubber garments." " Rubber?" " Mm." "Fantastic." "Did you send for this?" "A confession." "I panicked a bit about your size, so I opted for "petite"." "You've got something for me?" "Yeah." "His 'n' hers." "Ha ha!" "And look." "They come with matching bootees and hoods." "Smell that." "Where did you get this notion from?" "Oh, I've fancied doing this for years." "Plus, we were watching this video at work." "Video?" "I think I need a drink." "And there'll be none of that when we take the plunge." "Drinking and diving don't mix." "What?" "Drinking and scuba diving." "You want me to go... diving with you?" "Of course diving." "What else would I want with wetsuits?" "I want us to be buddies, Esther." "Exploring the silent world, learning the secrets of the deep." "Absolutely not." " Never." " Why not?" "I have only ever seen you flopping about on a lilo." "How well can you actually swim?" "Like a dolphin." "Oh, please!" "Oh, dear!" "Let's look at where we've got to." "Well, Sinclair still denies killing his wife." "He didn't strike me as an ideal candidate for a crime of passion." "Why not?" "Cos there's not much there in the way of passion." "He's creepy." "The fact that the van was broken into suggests there is more to it than just a love triangle." "So, Michael Dudley's disappearance." "Well, we can't trace any of Dudley's movements after he picked up a consignment in his van, near Sinclair's house." "Now, he could have gone to Sinclair's house and become Victim No. 2." "Or killed Marie and done a bunk." "Amazing how popular scuba diving is." "Brian, can we concentrate on the case?" "All sorts of people have qualified as divers." "Prince Charles." "Fidel Castro." "Thank you, Brian." " Michael Dudley." " Eh?" "I've just checked Dudley's name, along with Marie and Andrew Sinclair, on the UK Divers Register." "Michael Dudley qualified as a dive master when he was in Australia." "Bloody hell." "So if it was Dudley who killed Marie and organised his own disappearance..." "And then dumped the van in the lake." "And, as an experienced diver, came back later to retrieve something." "...hence the door blown open." "Could Dudley have known about the lake through diving with one of the clubs that train there?" "We're never going to find out, are we?" "They were all trespassing." "Thanks for coming in, Gerry." "I take it this isn't police business." "No, no." "In fact, er..." "I need some help myself right now and... er..." "I got the sense that you were a bit pressed, financially." "Not half." "Well, I need somebody to er... cover my late shift in the control room." "Nothing happens at that time of night." "Put your feet up." "Read a book." "And... er..." "Cash in hand." "If that suits." "When can I start?" " Scotch?" " Yeah." "Why not?" "Right." "I'm off to bed." "I'll be up in a minute." "Panther 1-9 to Panther Control." "Do what?" "Panther 1-9 to Panther Control." "Receiving?" "Yeah, I'm sorry about that." "Panther 1-9." "Receiving." "Yeah." "Soon be leaving Heathrow." "1-9 leaving Heathrow." "Understood." " How is it going?" " Blimey!" "You work late." "The penalty of being the guv'nor." "Got the hang of it?" "Well, it's hardly rocket science." "There's only a couple of vans active." "It's important they have a reliable man in charge." "Gerry." "Ah, yeah, thanks, Steve." "Am I right in thinking that the taxman doesn't need to know about this?" "I learnt my business skills in the Middle East." "Rest easy." "Cheers." "Good boy." "Oh..." "Oh!" "Rutabaga?" "A kid at university up to her ears in student loans and she needs a new laptop." " You can't say no, can you?" " Five letters." "Where does it come from, eh?" "My motor needs fixing." "The bank are on my back." " Morning, Brian." " Morning, all." "A beautiful morning!" " Who put that there?" " Rutabaga." "Five letters." "How can they ask you to choose between your motor and your own flesh and blood?" " Rutabaga." " Ruta what?" "It's a crossword." "Where were you last night?" "You look like death." "Morning, Jack." "Actually, I'm having trouble sleeping." "It's the financial stress." "Hey, hey, hey, hey." "I've cracked it." "What?" "I know what dive clubs use Whinfield Lake." "Seriously?" "You see, on the web, in the blogger sphere, information sleeps like a beautiful princess." "Only awaiting a kiss from a subtle and sophisticated search algorithm." "Just tell us what you've found." "Certainly." "It turns out that diving is a very web-orientated activity." "Dive clubs have websites." "Divers contribute to web logs." "Dive magazines have online editions." "Now, collating all this data reveals that 32 dive clubs can be associated with visits to Whinfield Lake since 1989." "Cor, strewth!" "We don't have to talk to all of them, do we?" "That's stretching our resources, Brian." "Can't you prioritise a bit for us?" "We certainly can." "Prepare to be amazed." "Oh, just get on with it!" "Here we go." "I certainly can." "Deepdeepdive. com newsletter carried out a survey of accidents in inland dive sites over the last 15 years." "Whinfield Lake only featured once." "Decompression sickness." "That's the bends, Gerry." "Here we go." "Whinfield Lake." "Accident." "December 1995." "An emergency call was made reporting a diver with severe pains in the joints and some sensory neural dysfunction." "The symptoms were present shortly after the diver surfaced." "First aid was administered at the time by the diver's companion." "A Miss Trisha King." "An air ambulance was called to carry the diver to the nearest recompression chamber." "What was the outcome?" "The patient made a full recovery." "Good luck to him, but where does that get us?" "Most clubs using Whinfield only used it for training, at the ten-metre level." "Some clubs went down to the shelf at 30 metres." "This diver, who required emergency assistance, went down... to 45." "Where the van was found." "The diver's name is Martin Viner." "The club is Osprey Subaqua." "Rutabaga is a turnip or a swede." "Oh, yeah." "Thanks." "Hold on." "Have a listen." "What about this?" "Martin Viner... turns out to be..." " Well, what's the betting?" " 50 quid says he isn't." "You're on." "Martin Viner?" " Yeah, but I'm really busy." "Cash only, please." "Detective Superintendent Pullman." "I'm afraid this is official." "We need to talk to you about Whinfield Lake." "Right." "Give me a minute." "I'll talk to you upstairs in the clubhouse." "Fair enough." "It's this way." "Yeah." "Come on through." "Quite a set-up you've got here." "Well, the members enjoy it and it seems to work well." "What exactly are your positions in the club?" "We're both qualified instructors." "I'm the company secretary and Martin is the diving officer." " We'll need to talk to you separately." " Yeah." "Sure." "Let's get it on." "I can't see why this is a police matter." "Diving Whinfield Lake might be trespassing, but no-one has ever seemed that bothered." "We're not here to talk about trespassing." " We're reinvestigating a disappearance." " And a murder." "No." "I don't know any of these people." "Not this one?" "Michael Dudley?" " So he was never a member of this club?" " Not to my knowledge." "No." "We have to check all the membership records." "Sure." "But I've never seen him before." "Sorry." "No." "I don't know these guys." "I've never dived with any of them." " No?" " No." "OK." "Let's move on." "How many times have you dived Whinfield Lake?" "I'll have to check the records, but I'd say we used to go four or five times a year." "Before the new owners got heavy." " It's a great place for open-water training." " Training?" "At what depth?" "Nine, ten metres." "We're talking novice divers doing their basic skills." "I wouldn't take them any deeper than that." "You're saying you've never been deeper than that?" "Oh, what, me, personally?" "Yeah, yeah." "I did, actually." "Just the once." "Me and Trisha, you know." "It wasn't a training session." "We just wanted to see how deep it was." "I got the bends, didn't I?" "Silly me." "What did you see down there?" "Well, at eye level, there was... dace, perch, crayfish." "At the bottom, there was this big old pike." "How about an armoured security van?" "No." "This was taken at the bottom of Whinfield Lake." "Well, I'll be buggered." "Look at that." "You never know, do you?" " You didn't know it was there?" " No." "I'd have been really interested." "You record all your dives in a logbook?" "Yeah." "Since I qualified. 1994." " We're going to have to check those, as well." " Sure." "But you won't find any mention of armoured vans." "And all your logbook entries are fully accurate, are they?" "Yeah." "Of course." "I find it very hard to believe you didn't see that." "It's a large body of water." "The vis is not too clever." " The what?" " Visibility." "You could lose a double-decker bus down there." "Come on!" "What's your experience of British inland dive sites?" "Actually, I've done all of my diving in the Tropics." "We're not talking warm-water, girls' choir stuff here, Sandra." "It's very different." " What's this one?" " A Spanish dancer." "Egypt." "And here?" "That's a cleaner shrimp." "I took that in Australia." "You certainly get around." "Makes you wonder why the bottom of Whinfield Lake is so attractive." "I'm going to find out." " What?" "Diving?" " Mm-hm." "An expedition for the Superintendent." "Check out her diving skills." "Fantastic." "Excuse me." "Are you out of your tiny mind?" "I've made a command decision." "End of story." "Well, thanks for everything." "We'll be in touch." "See you." "It's all right, love." "It's me." "Yes, I'd worked that out." "Sorry." "I just wanted to get the feel of it." "I'll get the mop." " You're a real life-saver." " Pleased to help." "Oh, by the way." "Is your firm making any progress with all that bumf from the archives?" "Don't ask me." "I'm only the monkey." "The organ-grinder is going scuba diving." "Really?" "What's that in aid of?" "We found this diving club that might have had access to the van." " Is that right?" " Yeah." "So the guv'nor is going to have a look, see what's down there." "Well, good on her." "This is seriously out of order." "They are well dodgy and she is putting herself on offer, underwater, with one of 'em." "It's a lake, not the Bermuda Triangle." "He has to come to the surface again." "God, you look knackered!" "What have you been up to?" "And he's a wrong 'un, if ever I've seen one..." " What is he doing now?" " They're checking each other's equipment." "Yeah." "Right." "She'd stand for me doing that, wouldn't she?" "She's not going down with you." " All set?" " Sure." "Yeah." "Now, just remember, Sandra, it's not the gin-clear water of the Tropics." "The conquest of inner space." "I wish it was me." "I wish it was you, too." "Easy to forget what a hostile environment it is down there." "Decompression sickness apart, there's hypothermia, nitrogen narcosis." " A burst lung." " Oh, knock it off, will you?" "Morning." "Mr Wilmslow." "Any idea how long this is going on for?" "As long as it takes, basically." "Who is in charge of the diving?" "Osprey Subaqua." "Got to keep tabs on potential customers." "Shouldn't they be up by now?" "And you're confident of that result?" "Magic." "Cheers." "Bye." "Ballistics have just confirmed that that gun fired the fatal shot." " Can we tie it to Sinclair?" " Yeah." "We'll have another go at him." " Ready, Jack?" " You bet." "So, what are you doing?" "You're not still fretting about the time it took Sinclair?" "September 16th 1989." "Articulated lorry jack-knifes on motorway, causing massive tailback." "He'd have had to use the A and B roads." "You put your foot down." "It can still be done in time." "Trust me." "This gun was found in Michael Dudley's van at the bottom of Whinfield Lake." "It fired the shot that killed your wife." " Yes." "The Forensic Science Laboratory is examining it right now." "It's amazing what they can find, these days." "Not just fingerprints." "Human hair." "Sweat." "Traces of tissue." "They can all provide identifiable fragments of DNA." "Now, if there is anything you can tell us about this weapon, the sooner you get it off your chest, the better it will be for you." "Yeah." "OK." "It's my gun." "Has the engine stalled?" "No." "It's not making that rattling, grinding..." "banging noise." "No, cos it's had a small fortune spent on it." "I thought you said you were hard up?" "I had a bit of luck." "Now get on with it." "Certainly." "This is where Andrew Sinclair met his customer." "So, he'd have had to go home from here, kill his wife and presumably her lover, then make his way all the way to Whinfield Lake, dump the van and the gun, then get all the way back to his office before the police came for him." "A piece of piss." "So show me." "I wanted the gun for a bit of personal protection." "I bought it off a bloke in a pub for a monkey." "No history." "Bloody stupid, as it turned out, but there you are." "You killed your wife, you killed Dudley, then you dumped the gun and the van." " Isn't that right?" " No." "Right." "This is the scene of the murder and we're already running late." "Yeah, but there wasn't so much traffic in '89, was there?" "Sinclair has got to kill Marie and kill Dudley or take him prisoner." "So we'll add on ten minutes." " No." "Five." " Split the difference." " Seven and a half." " All right." "Go." "Where's Dudley's body, Andrew?" "I didn't kill Dudley." "I didn't kill Marie." "Michael Dudley had the gun." " I lent it to him." " What for?" "You know what young men and guns are like." "He fancied playing at Clint Eastwood, blowing away a few tin cans." "Why didn't you tell us this before?" "I didn't think it would be credible." "It's not." "Tell the truth." "Yeah." "Right." "So, er..." "Now, Sinclair has got to dump the van in the lake." "Two minutes." "Top whack." "All right." "I'll indulge you on that one, Gerry, but answer me this." "If Sinclair drove the van here and dumped it, then how did he get back to his office?" "He'd already left a vehicle here." "No, no." "Here's a good one." "He put a motorbike in the back of the van and got away on that." "Ooh, you're clutching at straws, Gerry." "Anyway, you might as well admit defeat." "We've only got 20 minutes left." "All right." "I'll put my foot down." "Why won't he just roll over?" "Maybe he's telling the truth." "Or some of it." "Sandra Pullman." "The Traffic Division?" "Yes." "He is known to me." "He claims he was on police business." "Your unit." "Yes, ma'am." "Well?" "Detective Superintendent Pullman says, "Bollocks. "" "I expect unorthodox conduct from the civilians in the team, but you're a police officer, Sandra." "You're not qualified to dive in the course of your work." "There are profound health and safety implications." "We found new evidence, sir." " Well..." " The fact is, sir, that this inquiry demanded resources that were not made available to us." "Like the Underwater Search Unit." "Surely the responsibility for this must lie at a higher level of command." "Yes, yes." "But surely the real question is, what is the way forward?" "Well, Brian and Gerry have shown that Sinclair couldn't possibly have dumped the gun and the van in the time available." "If he did kill his wife, then he was working with someone else." "This isn't a straightforward crime of passion." "There was something else going on." "We think it's to do with the contents of the van." "Brian?" "Gerry and I have worked through the documentation." "We've traced all the consigners whose packages should have been on board, except for one outfit." "Griffin Mount Technical Services." "Which doesn't exist." "According to company registries, phone books and business directories, didn't, even then." "It's got all the signs of a front for something very dodgy." "Drugs, maybe." "They were still doing business with Sinclair up to '89, but then it stopped dead, as soon as Dudley and the van disappeared." "So we need to know if the Griffin Mount packages are still on board that van." "Because if not, if they were being ripped off, this could be the key to the whole case." "Well, the Underwater Search Unit still say they can't prioritise this case." "Fine." "Then I'll do another dive and try and establish an inventory." "Sandra, for God's sake!" "Well, clearly this is a matter of debate within the team, so nobody can regard it as a decision I've sanctioned." "Gerry?" "Uh-oh." "Jack." "Jack, do me a favour, will you?" "What?" "Go back with Gerry and have another look at the archives at Palmer's place." " Why don't you go?" " Oh, no, I can't." "I'm going diving." "Well, I'm part of the back-up team." "And your problem is?" "It's not my problem." "It's your problem." "Look, you don't need to do this diving lark." "We've got professionals for that sort of thing." "Not currently available." "But you're the guv'nor." "You shouldn't be sticking your neck out." "You've got responsibilities." "My responsibility is to see that the job is done." "Yeah, but that's not why you're doing it, is it?" "You want to prove something, don't you?" "That you're top girl." "The best." "The fastest." "The bravest." "Balls." "The very word." "And you want some." "No, no, no." "What is pissing you off is the fact that a girlie is doing things you can't do." "It's called old-fashioned male chauvinism." "Well, maybe so." "But whatever you want to call it, what is pissing me off is the fact I have to hang around like a spare part when you might be in danger." "Gerry, that's..." "If you say, "That's sweet of you", I'll punch your lights out." "You and whose army?" " Look, it's not just me..." " I hate saying this, but erm... it really matters to me that I've got you and the other two dinosaurs watching my back." "It means a lot." "Yeah, well..." "Good." "Don't take the piss." "It'll be nice to get all this sorted." "Certainly will." "I've got plant and equipment to move in." "It's a big project." "We've got to cut and cover channels for water, sewage and so forth." "Mm-hm." "Massively upgrade the vehicle access." "Hello, Gerry." "Are you on for tonight?" "Steve, I'd like you to meet a colleague of mine." "Jack Halford." "Steve Palmer." " The big boss here." " Glad to meet you, Jack." "I thought you'd got everything you wanted." "Well, yeah, but we reckon we know what packages were aboard that van, so the inquiry has taken a new turn." "Well, if you let me know what you're looking for, I'll point you in the right direction." " What we are looking for..." " It's all right, Mr Palmer." "I think we can manage on our own." "We'll look around, see what we can find." "Right." "Well, I'll leave you to it." "Yeah." "Cheers." " What was all that about?" " An inquiry is in progress." "I don't think we should tell the public any more than they need to know." " We're on the same side." " You and Palmer?" "Gerry, what's going on here?" "What was all that, "Are you on for tonight"?" "I do a bit of work for Palmer." "That's all." "In my own time, of course." "You what?" "I'm not a copper any more." "The same rules don't apply." "How much money are we talking about?" "Wages, that's all." " Is that how you paid for the car?" " Exactly." "You're taking a hell of a risk." "Don't worry." "Steve is all right." "He's straight." " Is that a fact?" " Yeah." "Ah!" "Look at this." "Duty rotas." "And these two boxes cover the entire period." "Right." "Come on." "Let's get out of here." "The north side of Whinfield Lake." "It's 14 metres." "He's not responding." "Do you hear me?" "You've got to get here immediately." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on!" " What happened?" " He had some kind of seizure." "Come on!" "There's another body at the bottom of the lake." "Oh, terrific!" "That really puts the tin hat on it." "No!" "Martin Viner was murdered." "His number two tank was filled with pure oxygen." "That's what we all breathe, isn't it?" "No, Gerry, we breathe air, which is 70º/º nitrogen." "Breathe pure oxygen at more than 12 metres or so, underwater, and it becomes a poison." "I told you." "Sheer bloody madness." "All right, Gerry." "Point taken." " Who filled the tanks?" " The club has got its own compressor." "The murder squad have sealed it off as a crime scene." "They are willing to pool information with us." "What about the other body?" "The documentation on the body was that of Michael Dudley." "He was carrying a considerable weight in the pockets of his uniform, which stopped the body from rising to the surface." "The weight being two packages sent by Griffin Mount Technical Services." "That's right." "Including some high-value jewellery." "But this still leaves most of the consignment unaccounted for." "Cause of death?" "No obvious signs of serious violence." "Certainly no gunshot wounds or deep penetrating trauma, but if you look at the hands, you will see fractures on the fingers, suggesting he scrabbled at something rather desperately." "Like the van door." "How about this?" "He intends to dump the van, presumably with most of the gear on board." "He can always go back with scuba gear and dive for it when the heat has died down." "What about the gear in his pockets?" "Maybe he stashed a couple of packages just to tide him over." " Go on, Brian" " Right." "So, when it comes to ditching the van in the lake, he doesn't get out in time." "So the van sinks, but he can't get the door open because of the water pressure." "But he can't help trying." "So he breaks his fingers, clawing for the door handle." "But he wasn't found in the van, was he?" "So, as the van fills up with water, the pressure equalises, then he can get out." "By then, it's very deep, too deep to get back to the surface." "Especially weighed down with all that bling." "The consignment is still intact until somebody comes along and blows the lock off." "I tell you what." "This is quite unusual stuff." "I'd say it was Middle Eastern." "Look at the big stones." "I've seen jewellery just like this and only the other day." "At the dive club." "Yep." "Same materials and same hallmark." "I reckon this little lot is worth about five grand." "You and Martin Viner found the van, didn't you?" "Yes." " When?" " 1995." "Before the decompression incident." "Martin wanted to find the deepest part of Whinfield Lake." "We came across the van." "When we surfaced, I said to him that we should report it, but..." "Go on." "Martin wouldn't let me." "He said it's an armoured security van." "There could be cash inside, bullion." "We made the dive a few times and er... we couldn't get into the vault." "Martin had done an underwater explosives course at Fort Bovisand." " Are you serious?" " Very popular with British divers." "Martin blew the lock off." "He was really pissed off to find out it was just parcels." "But then he opened a couple." "We were really careful." "We just opened one parcel at a time and sold the stuff at jewellers all over the country." "But not all of it, eh?" "No." "There were a few pieces I couldn't resist." "Silly." "What can you tell us about how Martin died, Trisha?" "Martin had been getting threatening phone calls." "Anonymous." "Saying what?" "A man's voice said, "It's payback time." "I want what's mine. "" ""You know what I'm talking about. "" "And how did Martin react?" "Martin just stonewalled." "He just said, "You've got the wrong number" and hung up." "When did this start?" "After you came to talk to us." "We're going to pick up Sinclair again." "Really lean on the bastard this time." " You want to come?" " No, I'm sorry, mate." "I can't." "A bit of business." "Moonlighting for Palmer?" "Look, Jack... whatever may have happened I'm going to sort it, trust me." "We found Dudley's body at the bottom of Whinfield Lake, Andrew." "Now, once and for all, let's have the truth." "All the packages that should have been on the van were there, apart from the ones consigned... by Griffin Mount Technical Services." "But a couple of those turned up somewhere else." "In Michael Dudley's pocket." "That stupid, greedy ponce!" "He couldn't help stuffing his pockets at the last moment." " Everything all right?" " Yeah." "Fine." "Yeah." "Any... er... joy with your enquiries?" "No, not really, no, but..." "If there are any developments, do you want me to keep you posted?" "You're worth your weight in gold, Gerry." "I knew you would be." "Now, forgive me." "I'm in a bit of a rush." "Yep." "See you." "Griffin Mount just sent the odd single package for us at first." "We knew it was something dodgy." "A Mickey Mouse company." "A false address." " So what did you do?" " We had a look inside one of the parcels." "Jewellery." "Good stuff." " What did you do with it?" " Resealed it, sent it on its way." "Then we were asked to collect 20 packages from Griffin Mount." "It was a bloody fortune." "And you decided to rip them off." "The idea was Mick would dump the van in a lake - not Whinfield, another one - then disappear, go abroad." "It'd just look like another security guard going awol." "Oh, I see." "Then Mick would wait till the heat was off, dive and recover the gear." "Yeah." "So how did it all go wrong?" "Marie thought we were leaving ourselves in Mick's hands too much." "Nothing to stop him ripping us off." "She reckoned she could always get inside a bloke's head once she'd taken him to bed." "She seduced him just to keep tabs on him?" "Yeah." "That's pretty cold-blooded." "Did you know about this?" "Marie and I understood each other." "We were a team." "Whatever was necessary to get a job done." " But it didn't work." " No." "Mick wanted my gun, in case it all went bent on him." "He went to collect it at our house that morning." "Marie must have realised he was stitching us up." "Mick killed Marie and left me to take the can for it." "Did you threaten Martin Viner in telephone calls?" "No." "Did you kill Martin Viner?" "No." "I don't even know who this..." "Martin Viner is." "There is a sophisticated security system guarding Viner's dive-club compressors." "You'd have to get past those to switch the tanks." "You were in the security business." "16 years ago." "There's been a technological revolution since then." "Andrew... you're still the prime suspect, as far as we're concerned." "No." "Listen..." "I'll tell you the real story." "Brian, listen to this." "Steve Palmer has been in touch with Wilmslow." "Yeah, he's offering him security services at Whinfield Lake." "But at an unbelievable knockdown price." "No, Brian, no." "Brian... what this amounts to is that Palmer is giving Wilmslow a massive bung." "There wasjust one man behind the whole Griffin Mount deal." "Steve Palmer." "Palmer?" "When Marie was killed and the van went missing," "Palmer came down on me like a ton of bricks." "I said, "There's no way I can give you your gear back." "I've been ripped off, as well. "" "If he hadn't believed me..." "I'd be dead." "He settled for taking the company off me." "All right." "All right!" "Hello." "What can I do for you?" "Why is Steve Palmer giving you a massive backhander?" " What do you mean?" " We've seen the quote." "Palmer is effectively handing your company thousands of pounds." " Well, come on!" " He got in touch just after you did." "All he wanted was to be kept up-to-date about what was going on at the lake." "Why?" "He never told me." "But what exactly did you tell him?" "He was interested in Osprey Subaqua." "Viner and that girl, Trisha." "Then Viner was murdered." " Nothing to do with me." " You try that in court." " Bloody hell." " What?" "Well, Trisha contacted me." "She wanted access to the lake today." "And you told Palmer?" "So many lives, Trisha." "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "What belongs to me." "What you and your friend stole." "There's nothing left." "I'm a businessman, Trisha." "Please." "If I can't have the jewellery," "I'll have the club." "A nice little going concern." "Palmer!" " That'll do, Steve." "Oh!" "Just think about it, Steve." "She's a fit, young diving instructor and you're a sad old git." "Who do you think is going to come out of that lake alive?" "Argh!" "Have you read this medical questionnaire you fill in if you want to train to be a diver?" "Eh?" "You are to seek medical advice if you answer yes to any of the following questions." "Are you currently taking any prescribed medication?" "Yeah, well..." "Have you a history of alcohol or drug abuse in the past five years?" "Five?" "That's a bit stringent." "Have you any history of mental or psychological illness of any kind?" "A fear of small spaces, crowds or panic attacks?" "I wasted all that money." "Well... it doesn't have to be wasted." "We could always wear the rubber suits." "# It's all right, it's OK" "# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey" "# It's all right, I say, it's OK" "# Listen to what I say" "# It's all right, doing fine" "# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine" "# It's all right, I say, it's OK" "# We're getting to the end of the day" "# Hi-tech, low-tech, take your pick" "# Cos you can't teach an old dog a brand-new trick" "# I don't care what anybody says" "# At the end of the day"