Ludwig

We need an answer on this little prison visit of his. He visited Adam Newsom in

prison, Holly's killer. He's not supposed to go anywhere near that cage.

I know that.

You're going to have to drop his name in subtly and see how he reacts.

I'll tell you what I heard today about Ziegler.

Chief Constable Ziegler is on official leave as of this morning. I'm assuming

this isn't normal.

Ziegler took you to her house. She thought you were Jane, still Mike for

all we know. Next day, Ziegler's gone.

I will interview Joanne Kemper. Please don't interview Joanne Kemper.

What did you say your name was again?

Your brother, Ziegler, Holly Pinder, Adam Newsome. So what's Ziegler's

connection to it all? He's very random to me.

Who's that?

Deputy Chief Constable Radley. That man there is running the Holly Pinder task

force. Who is he?

Ziegler's replacement and Kemper's personal security liaison. Every thread

leads to this woman. She is the mystery.

Who actually is she?

That's precisely what we need to find out.

What are you doing? Why are you singing?

I was in the middle of a dream.

Gosh, do you dream?

What's that supposed to mean? Of course I dream.

Are they really weird?

No. Are they really boring? I don't wish to discuss my id with you, thank you.

Why am I awake?

I got my interview with Kemper.

Well, I think it came through last night. It was in my spam, so I need

those questions.

Questions? The, um, embeddy, suggestive-y, thing-a-me questions.

We talked about yesterday.

Embedded suggestions.

Questions or statements with a hidden subtext designed to elicit a

subconscious response.

Cryptic crossover, it is, basically.

Repurposed, obviously. We don't want her to know she's doing one.

We only get one chance at this.

The questions need to be perfect.

It's at four o'clock today.

It's what?

Yeah, so you'd better get that coffee down. Lucy, let me explain something to

you again. All we have are the admittedly undisputed links between

every single aspect related to James's disappearance and Joanne Kemper. Oh, is

that all?

Yes, that is all. One murdered blogger, one prison...

two missing detectives, one missing chief constable, Joanne Kemper right in

the centre of the web, and still absolutely no idea what any of it is

actually about.

What's going on?

We're all having a big bedroom meeting again, apparently.

Lucy, I can't effectively construct those questions without more data, and I

certainly can't do it in eight and a half hours.

The interview's today.

What data? What are you on about? If you want data, let's just get data.

Joanne Kemper knows my brother. She's met him.

We don't know where, why or how, but logic would suggest that it was in an

official capacity.

You want to access the station computer to see if there's a record?

I do, yes, and that's going to be hard because I don't have an actual computer

anymore.

I'll find a way.

What?

Nothing.

It's four o'clock Monday, Mum.

Hmm? The Kemper interview's Monday.

Today's Saturday.

Oh! Oh, right.

Oh, goodness, right.

Panic over. The panic is most certainly not over.

Of course it is. You can just go in today and access the police computer.

What are you talking about? I can't go in today.

Why not?

There hasn't been a murder.

You don't need a murder to pop in and say hi.

Pop in and say hi.

Anyway, you're up now, so...

Are you sure she can do this?

My confidence fluctuates.

There you go.

Door-to-door service.

I've changed my mind. Oh, don't be ridiculous.

But this isn't impersonating a detective. I think I've proved I can

impersonate a detective.

I solved seven murders.

Fine. Well, you did that, and now you can do this.

It's different.

This is a pop-in. Well, pop-ins are easy.

Just pop in.

Look, it's not that weird. You are friends with these people.

Well, you are.

In your own way.

You'll be straight in and out.

That's what you said last time.

Morning, Julie.

Jenny.

Just popping in.

Thank you.

John?

There you are.

I thought you might be under the desk.

Why would I be under the desk?

I did wonder.

What are you doing here?

Nothing really.

Lucy's gone into town.

What's that?

The case we're working.

On?

Working on?

You do know we do them without you, sometimes.

The victim's name was Tiffany Catley.

A.K.A. Tiffy Cat.

Was she a gangster?

She sounded like a gangster.

She was a social media influencer turned businesswoman.

Started off doing make-up tip videos, ended up running an empire, or at least

a particularly successful brand.

Millionaire by 25, she turned 30, she retired.

I'll say she did. From her job.

She was handed an offer she couldn't refuse.

So she threw a flashy party to announce it.

Ain't for good luck, the brand, the company.

And what happened next, nobody saw coming.

The party continued on after she left. We know she went home, we know she left

again because just after midnight she was found here.

Scarlett found her.

She walked there.

Can't drive there, not a night. It's all bollards, muses and cycle lanes.

Why would she do that?

She received an anonymous text.

£25,000, Scholar's Fountain, one hour.

Not a good look for the brand.

Yeah, an old photo like that could blow the whole deal.

Whoever sent that probably killed her. Yeah, we came to a similarly brilliant

conclusion ourselves.

To my burner phone, John.

Disposable spare.

And who are these people? Are they suspects?

John, what are you doing here?

What do you mean? I already told you.

What makes them suspects?

They all left at the same time, just after the victim.

These were Tiffany's oldest friends.

They were there from the very beginning.

Co-company directors in all but name, though not actually in name.

Not a good night for them, then.

I think that's putting it mildly.

So you have a motive.

That's good. I know how much you like those.

And this is where they all live, is it?

What sort of time would it take for them to... Ten minutes, give or take, in each

of the suspects' houses.

Two scholars found, then the victims, too.

That's handy. Nice round number.

Now, what we need to ascertain... No, no, no. We don't need to ascertain

anything, John.

It's not a puzzle.

Feels like one. It's not.

Believe it or not, we've got this. We're not dealing with some evil genius here.

This area is riddled with CCTV.

The killer's going to be on camera multiple times, there and back.

It's not a puzzle.

Seriously, John, what are you doing here?

I was bored.

Okay. I believe.

Can't guarantee you a murder every day, John.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know, John.

My job, paperwork.

Answering calls from DC Cole.

DC Cole.

Wait, what do you mean?

Well, that's not possible, is it?

All right, stay put.

I'm going to look at the CCTV myself.

Come with me if you like. Really?

I better not.

Lucy only really dropped me off to do the shopping.

What, they don't have a crush?

What?

I'd better wait for her here.

Here?

Would that be okay?

There.

Oh, what are you doing here? I wasn't allowed to stay in the office.

Why did you call Mr. Taylor?

He didn't.

I don't understand.

Okay, DC Sullivan, what are we looking at?

Can I use that thing again?

Here she comes.

Still in her heels.

If you're meeting your blackmailer in a secluded location at night and you're

still in your heels, you're not frightened of your blackmailer.

She knew them.

the camera's capture again just round the corner on Cable Street.

How did she do that?

How did she do what?

How did she get from there all the way down to there?