Hello! It's the Elvis Presley of puzzle setters! Where's James?
Dad's away. He's working a case!
Your brother spent day in and day out
at some grisly murder scene or other,
until three nights ago when he didn't come home at all.
I can't access his office.
In fact, the only person that can is James...
..or somebody who looks remarkably like him.
No!
I've met most of his colleagues.
I can brief you on all of them.
Certainly enough to get you through a piddly little visit to the office.
I mean, I've no clue who this chap is.
That's Chief Constable Ziegler.
James has a completely different partner
from the one you told me about!
One that sat waiting for me
to go and look at a dead solicitor with him.
We have seven subjects - or suspects.
It is a logic puzzle.
Bit awkward, really.
I think I might have just solved a murder.
You think you've what?
Looks like a cypher.
He was obviously using this to take notes
about whatever he was investigating. What does it mean?
Well, I haven't actually been able to solve it.
I'll start tomorrow. You're going back in there?
It's a puzzle.
Puzzles are meant to be solved!
Oh, it's the photo from James's phone! How did you get that?
I had Henry print it out for me this morning.
Well, at least he's still talking to you.
How are you getting on?
I'm not seeing a pattern,
which means it almost certainly requires a source-key to crack it.
Some kind of book or something he used to code it.
Which is why I've been going through all his other stuff,
but so far nothing fits.
Do you know, I'm not in his address book?
You still live in the same house he grew up in,
I'm sure he remembers the address.
Hmm.
Why do you think he does this?
Covering notebooks in wallpaper?
I just presumed that was a hangover
from your posh school. Do you not do that?
No, I don't! Never even made sense to me back then.
Wallpaper goes on walls.
The clue's in the name.
I'm going to have to go in soon.
Oh, it'll be fine, you were OK yesterday, weren't you?
No! I nearly had a breakdown!
But aside from that, you were fine.
Least we have some new leads to pursue now.
Like, why was James taking covert surveillance photos
of his own Chief Constable.
You need to find out what case he was working on when he vanished.
Must all be connected.
But how do I do that? I can't just ask.
I'm supposed to BE James.
James would know full well what case he was working.
Just ask subtly, then.
Slip it into casual conversation.
Check his computer!
John, you are the only person that can do this.
Just focus...
..and no more distractions.
That wasn't a distraction, it was a murder!
What if there's another one today?
How often do people get murdered round here?
John, you're NOT attending another crime scene.
This time you say no, tell them you're busy.
But what if they counter that with "busy doing what?"
Paperwork.
Just use the phrase "mountain of".
You've seen the crime shows.
Gosh, it's practically their mantra.
I'll take this. Have a crack at it.
Well, there's hardly any chance of you solving it, is there?
Excuse me?!
No, no, it just...
It... It needs a source key,
and if it's not here, it's probably at the station, so...
Do you know, James didn't trust me, which is why we're in this mess
and I didn't drag you halfway down the country for you to do the same.
Don't James me, John.
I'd never James you, Lucy.
Find out what case he was working on.
Why don't you go and put your lenses in?
Cos you know it takes you 25 minutes.
Right, yes. I mean, if you have to have these...
"A mountain of paperwork"?
That's the one. It'll work a treat.
Right.
Oh, hi, James! I...
Quite right.
DCI Taylor.
Oh, hello...
..ma'am.
So, how are things working out with your new DI?
Doors opening.
Oh, you know...
Fine.
"Fine"?
Doors closing.
Given everything that happened,
I was expecting a slightly more detailed response
to my question than, "Fine".
Right, yes, of course...
It... It's great. Really, really great.
And you can drop the sarcasm. I wasn't being...
I didn't want to see DI Neville transferred any more than you did.
But after all that Sinclair business, there was no other option.
It was you or him.
You do know that?
Yes, yes, of course, stands to reason.
Especially after all that... Sinclair business... as you say.
DI Carter came highly...
..and I mean HIGHLY recommended.
I just hope we can get back to normal now.
That would be nice...
..ma'am.
Morning, guv.
Oh, her. Yeah, Missing Persons sent her up.
I'm not sure why yet.
Because she insisted,
despite there being nothing to substantiate foul-play,
they sent her up anyway.
Feels like a fob-off to me.
You all right, guv?
Oh, yes, thank you.
I've got a mountain of paperwork.
Oh, I hear that!
It never stops!
22nd of the second.
The day James vanished.
"Authorisation code"?
Now, this is DI Ashley. She is going to deal with you, OK?
Please find him.
Guv!
Oh, sir!
Argh!
Ah... Morning, Guv.
So...
It's a woman whose husband didn't come home
from some work, team-building retreat thingy,
despite apparently checking out last night. Oh.
I took all the details down, but if you ask me,
he'll probably rock up later today
with a bad hangover and lipstick on his collar.
She looked very distressed.
Yeah, well, she got this weird, cryptic phone call
from him last night,
which is the only reason Missing Persons were able to pass it on.
Hmm.
Well...
Well, I'll...
..leave you to it.
Sorry, but...
.. "cryptic" how?
It's just a team-building residential,
boss leaves early, they keep going without him.
So, what is this exactly? A hunch?
He calls her up in the middle of the night, tells her they're leaving,
doesn't say where, doesn't say why -
then rings off and never shows up.
Don't you want to know what happened?
It's just not the normal lead into an investigation, that's all.
And I don't know about you,
but I've left quite the mountain of paperwork back there.
Tell me about it!
I mean, I'm still dotting the I's and crossing the T's
on that whole Sinclair business, so...?
The what?
What? The what business?
Hmm?
Oh.
Doesn't matter.
We're looking for a Mr Peter Williams.
Mr Williams?
Yes, the entrepreneur.
He arranged a team-bonding exercise,
but he checked out last night.
The rest of his party are still here.
He did book the place for a week.
I made it very clear there were no refunds.
Quite right.
Do you happen to know what time he left?
Seven...
..ish.
He left me his business card,
I shoved it in here somewhere.
Hang on.
This used to be the kitchen.
This used to be a lot of things, Detective,
now I live in the guest house and the guests live in mine.
C'est la vie.
Wait, you own this place?
I'm Lady Bryce, yes.
Oh!
Sorry, I...
I always thought these stately homes were run by the National Trust now.
Not this one.
Yet.
May I ask what this is all about, Detective?
Has he done something wrong?
No. No, no, no. Not at all. He's completely vanished
after making an alarmingly cryptic phone call to his wife,
leaving her with no idea where he is or what's happened.
Well, there is that.
Um, do you think we could have a word with his colleagues?
I believe they're in the dining room.
"Work" is a scary word.
"Team" isn't.
So, what is "teamwork"?
Answer, half as scary.
Sorry to interrupt. Police.
We need to talk to you about Mr Williams.
Peter? Why? What's he done? Nothing, as far as we're aware,
but he didn't get home last night and his wife's concerned.
What, and that warrants two plain-clothes detectives, does it?
What can I say? Slow morning.
So, when did you all see him last?
Oh, I'm not actually staying here.
Peter hired him, he's the one running the... workshop.
Yeah, Ross Barclay, motivational speaker, nice to meet you.
Excuse me, this isn't true.
What isn't true?
Only a team can win a championship?
Yes, it is.
No, it isn't.
What about Gary Kasparov?
Who?
Sorry, but do you think we should be worried here?
I mean, do you think something's happened to him?
It's fine, honestly, we're really just covering all bases.
When did you see him last?
He came down from his room just as we were heading to dinner,
said he wasn't feeling very well
and that he was heading home.
And that would have been around seven, would it?
Yeah, I think so.
But did any of you actually see him leave?
Well, we didn't exactly wave him off or anything,
but his car's gone and he weren't at breakfast, so...
Right, then, thank you all for your time.
Yeah, Gary Kasparov, a chess player! Very clever!
Well, it takes two to play a game of chess,
so, technically, still a team.
No, it isn't! Yes, it is.
No, it isn't. Yes, it is, it's always been a team, OK?
Always been a team. They're against each other.
No, no, no... Not on the same...
No, it has always been a team.
It's always been a team.
Always been a team. No, it isn't!
Again, thank you all for your time.
Thank you. No, no, no. They're working together... Guv!
..to defeat one another. It's always team, Detective, OK.
OK. So, guys,
as I was saying, "team".
I mean, he'd hardly be the first suit and tie
to pull a Houdini, would he?
This thing has "midlife crisis" written all over it.
But the phone call? And none of them actually SAW him leave.
Well, he isn't here. Well, unless he's hiding under the desk,
so I... I... I don't think we...
Can I help you?
Are you interested?
In what?
Oh! No, I'm sorry, I'm looking for Matt Neville.
He lives here? He did.
Paid his rent off in full, moved out a month ago.
But all his things are still here.
Yeah, they are. And if you do find him, you can tell him
he's got three weeks before it all goes to auction.
Well, do you have a forwarding address for him?
Or a telephone number? No, I haven't.
Look, I'll tell you what I told the others.
I got the keys through the post, a cheque for the rent
and that was it, he was gone.
"Others"? What others? Who else is looking for him?
Sorry, who are you exactly?
I am a private detective.
No, you're not.
All right, I'm his sister.
Fine, fine, we're having an affair!
Does it matter? I just need to find him.
Look, whatever this is, I can't help you, all right?
Hmm...
These others, what did they look like?
Policemen? Very tall policemen?
No videos.
Just time-lapse stills.
What time did you say he checked out again? Seven-ish.
7.02,
7.04,
7.0... There he is.
And there he goes.
Happy? That seems to be it.
It's empty till 9.00,
and then the woman comes back behind the desk again. Yep.
Then it flips to the next morning.
Why does it do that?
Happens every night. We've checked.
She probably unplugs everything she owns before she goes to bed.
My mum does the same, actually.
It's annoying.
Make the one before that one go back on the screen again.
You mean click back?
Yes, click back.
Now, click forward.
Now, click back.
Now, click forward. Actually, do you know what,
why don't you sit here and click back and forth,
while I go and put my Masters in Computer Science
to slightly more practical use? OK.
OK, so, his company, Cambridge Luxury Wellness,
basically, just sells exclusive memberships to a luxury spa retreat.
Only it doesn't exist yet.
There's nothing but artist's impressions on the website
and it looks like it's the advanced member fees
that are supposed to finance its construction.
None of which is evidence of foul play.
Sorry, what would be?
Oh, gosh, I don't know, Simon.
How about a dead body?
That's usually a good place to start. Yep.
This wasn't his first rodeo either.
This time last year,
he had a provisional music festival that he was selling tickets to.
That collapsed under the weight of its own ambition.
In fact, this is his fourth business in six years.
They pop up, they go under, he forms another.
Well, I suppose that's one way to stay ahead of the creditors.
And another would be to pull a midnight flit
and, pound to a penny, it's not the first time
he's done one of those either.
So, what do you say, Guv?
Can we kick the can back on this one or what?
Something is different.
Guv?
So, let me get this straight in my head,
not only did you not actively avoid attending
another crime scene, you actually insisted on it?
Well, technically, it wasn't a... No, no, wait,
because this is the best bit. You then returned to the station,
the whole department tells you to drop it,
literally letting you off the hook...
And what do you say? You say, "No!"
Yes, because something is very, very wrong here
and none of them seem able to see it.
Look, I'll show you.
I had them print out the photos.
Last night. This morning.
See?
Something's changed.
What? I don't know.
John, you were supposed to be looking into
James's last case today, find out what this Ziegler chap,
what's he got to do with anything?
I've found out more than you today. What do you mean?
I went to see DI Neville. You did what?!
Don't act all incredulous, we need answers, and we need them now.
And he could have given us them.
Anyway, if it makes you feel any better he's gone.
Vanished. Just like James.
That doesn't make me feel better at all!
Yes, well, I'm not exactly cock-a-hoop about it!
Henry!
Have you really got nothing new to report? Nothing at all?
I don't know. I mean...
Maybe.
Did James ever mention the name "Sinclair" to you?
"Sinclair."
No, I don't think so.
Oh.
Then, no, I haven't.
Sorry.
Lucy, don't!
A woman's husband is missing.
My husband is missing.
Sorry.
She even looked like you.
What? Stylish, attractive and approachable?
Scared.
Yes, well, she's not the only one.
Henry, I should have told you everything, from the start.
I was wrong, I'm sorry.
Listen, we will find Dad, I promise you.
Do you know, your Uncle John is the most brilliant person
I've ever known?
There's nothing he can't do.
Actually, that's a lie, there's quite a lot of things he can't do,
but he can do this.
WE will do this.
Did you even read that letter he wrote?
100 times.
He was talking like he thought someone was coming after him.
What if...
..they found him first?
I mean, what if he's... he's...?
He's not dead.
How do you know?
Because he's my husband...
..and my soulmate.
And I would know.
I would feel it.
I would feel it, in the core of my bones.
I would know. OK?
He's not.
You promise?
I promise.
Come here.
Oh! You're up early.
I couldn't sleep.
You know he has a wife? DI Neville?
Which means she's gone, too, which means, unlike my husband,
he actually told her what's going on.
That's certainly one possibility.
Well, I'm taking this notebook today. No ifs. No buts.
Yes, but...
I mean, sure, OK.
Oh, there it is!
I was looking for this last night.
What? The address book? Why?
James made a telephone call from his computer the day he vanished.
I was hoping the number might be in here somewhere.
John, you said we had no new leads at all!
Do you think this is a lead? I wasn't sure.
I didn't want to give you false hope.
I love false hope!
Really? Why would anyone...? Have you rung it?
Well, no. Why not?
Someone might answer?
Give me the number.
The-the number?
Oh, goodness me! Give it here!
Goodness me!
Ow! Ow! Ow-ow-ow!
Shhh! It's hardly the first time
I've given you armlock.
Technically, this isn't an armlock, but...
Oh, it's ringing!
It's a fax machine.
Who would James know that still owns a fax machine?
DCI Taylor.
Argh! Good morning. Oh, hello...
..sir.
Team reviews this month, isn't it?
Oh, it's this month, is it?
Seems to get earlier and earlier each year.
And when I say year, I do, of course, mean...
..quarter.
I'm hoping your new report will be as favourable as the last one,
despite the recent changes to your team.
Well, you know what they say.
An individual may win a game,
but only a team can win a championship.
Yes, yes, that's very true.
Morning, Guv.
We found the car.
Hmm? Oh good, well done.
Which car?
Sir, are you aware that you've parked outside the lines just now?
Oh, yes, well...
Well, they're really just a guide, aren't they?
No, sir. They're not.
Yeah, no. It was Mr Williams's car we found,
abandoned at Hutley, east coast, about a two-hour drive.
Notorious suicide hot spot. We're heading there now.
Oh.
Am I supposed to come with you?
Not that I'm aware.
I think the superintendent wants to see you, actually.
Does she?
Can I come with you?
Yeah!
No. No...
Oh, there you are, DCI Taylor!
Do sit.
DI Carter's just been explaining your impromptu investigation
over at Bryce Manor yesterday.
The fact that your hunch was correct.
Those employees we met, they had to buy into their jobs,
£500 each, all under the promise
of a steady wage and a supposed percentage of profits down the line.
It was all a con, soft marks selling high-priced membership
to something that was never actually going to exist.
There's only so many times you can do this sort of thing,
before you start flagging up on every system going.
Our Mr Williams was declared bankrupt the day he disappeared.
Assets were frozen, company was liquidated
and an investigation was opened.
Do you think his wife knew?
No, but she was going to find out, pretty soon,
as were his current "employees" and all of his previous marks.
The jig was up and he knew it.
His car was found parked near a cliff this morning. Sergeant Finch
and Constable Evans are on their way now to check it out.
Where they'll doubtless find a note explaining it all.
But... none of this makes any sense!
Excuse me, DCI Taylor? Why would you make
an urgent phone call to your wife,
tell her to pack all the cases,
and then go and jump off a cliff?!
No, I don't think so.
We need to go back and talk to the team again,
especially now we have a motive.
A motive for what?
Well... Murder!
Thanks for that.
I sense you're not wholly convinced.
Investigating a murder where there's no evidence of a murder?
I'll be honest, Guv, not wholly, no.
But I'll back you all the way. You will?
Of course.
Remember that case I mentioned the other day?
Hey, I'm just on my way out.
I'll give you a call back.
Er, niece.
Um, sorry, what were you saying about a case?
Wasn't important.
This can't be happening.
I had to beg, borrow and plead to get my stake for this -
friends, family, I don't have that kind of money!
You think we do?
You think anyone applying to a job-ad Sellotaped to a lamppost
has a spare £500 knocking about? Can we get it back?
I'm afraid we can't answer that, at the moment.
Our priority is locating Mr Williams.
Yeah, good luck with that.
He's probably fled the country by now.
Excuse me? Oh, here we go.
I suppose you're going to tell me that this isn't true either.
Well, obviously, it's not.
Really? OK.
Can you think of a single situation
where people have worked together and achieved less?
This one?
I truly believe that we can find a teachable moment
within all of this,
all of us...
Can you just shut up?
So, it was all a con?
Even this? Mr Barclay, have you actually been paid for this gig?
Well...!
I don't work for free, Detective!
Well, unless you've been paid in advance,
I'm afraid that's actually what you've been doing.
Welcome to the club. Right, forget this. I'm going home.
Um... Sorry, but, er, I don't think you can leave.
None of you can...
..I don't think...
Can they?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean? Why can't we leave?
Because you're all suspects...
..aren't they?
Just tell me what you want to know.
Well, you can start with the last time you saw him.
Like I told you before, at dinner.
We were all sat around waiting for the old girl
to come and serve up. Good old Peter was the last one down.
Peter? What is it? What's wrong?
Sorry...
I think it's best if I go.
Said he felt sick...
And that he was going home and that was it.
Rest of us had dinner, then just went to our rooms.
And none of you left the dining room at any point?
Not even for a mid-meal bathroom break? A what?
A mid-meal bathroom break.
I'm pretty sure that's a thing.
No. No. None of us had a mid-meal... bathroom break.
None of us left that room once, and by the time we did, he was gone.
If he was feeling so unwell,
how come none of you offered to drive him home?
I don't think anyone wanted to miss dinner.
I wasn't here, OK, I was at home.
I don't even know what I'm being questioned about.
I just really wanted to ask you what your credentials are.
Have you heard of the university of life, Detective?
I have actually, yes. Right.
"No credentials".
Nah, I don't need to take this.
I mean, well, it's not like any of us knew him or each other.
We only met a week ago, when we turned up for the... the job.
Some bloody Portakabin in the middle of a car park.
It was a job.
They don't come that easy for some of us, you know?
You said the ad was Sellotaped to a lamppost.
Where exactly was this?
Duke Street.
Where the probation office is?
Right outside it.
He knew who to target.
Shoplifting.
You're a thief?
I'm a woman on Universal Credit who, some weeks,
can barely afford to feed herself.
That's what I am, Detective.
"Thief".
Destruction of property and assault.
The property being my ex-wife's lover's front door.
Assault being his chin.
Worth it.
Reckless driving.
I was drinking the night before.
I was still just over the limit
and a guy on a motorcycle came out of nowhere.
There was no avoiding him.
Was he...? Instantly.
There were no cameras.
It was my word against nobody.
I got two years.
Served eight months.
I've been trying to pick up the pieces of my life ever since.
And now here I am, jobless - again.
Broke - again.
And being interrogated for being the victim of a fraudster.
Anything else you want to ask?
Yes, do you think you could take a quick look at this photo...?
I think we're done here, Guv, don't you?
They're all criminals.
Even the trainer.
Ross Barclay isn't a criminal, Guv. Isn't he?
He's charging £30 an hour to basically misquote Aesop.
Uh-huh. Well, as chequered as their pasts may be,
the fact remains that their statements all match,
tallying with that of Lady Bryce and the recordings on the camera.
Guv, sometimes the simplest explanation is simple for a reason.
Why would someone clean one urn and not the other?
I've absolutely no idea, Guv. Did you hear anything of what I just...?
Carter.
We're at the vehicle, sir. Tell me you found a note.
No note, sir. No nothing. Keys in the ignition. Bag in the back.
It's a classic "abandoned car on a cliff-top" scenario.
Oh, I think I can see a shoe!
Oh, hang on, Constable Evans thinks he can see a shoe.
Oh, no...
It just flew off.
That's a negative on the shoe, sir.
See you back at the station.
That was Sergeant Finch.
No note, I presume? No note.
Gorgeous.
Great.
A little arm around the waist.
Cheesy grins.
Gorgeous.
OK, surely we have enough to call it now, sir.
You'd have thought so, wouldn't you?
The cup of pens?
They've certainly moved, but no.
Her clothes?
They've certainly changed, but no.
Spot-the-difference should never be this hard!
They're basically an entry-level puzzle!
This is VERY frustrating!
Um, sir, your wife is downstairs.
I shouldn't have thought so, no.
Is there any reason
why your wife WOULDN'T be downstairs, Guv?
I-I-I suppose not.
Um...
Perhaps my WIFE is downstairs.
What are you doing here?
Don't hiss at me, it looks suspicious!
Just act like I brought you a packed lunch or something.
I haven't actually brought you a packed lunch.
Well, how's that going to work, then?
Just smile at me like a loving husband.
I've got something to show you.
Not that. Don't do that. Don't smile like that.
Oh, ye of little faith.
Oh, you've cracked the code?
Oh, no. I was going to say...
Yes, all right, all right!
You've made your thoughts very clear on that.
As it happens, I've found something else just as important.
Look, the first page has been torn out!
Ah, yes. Good work.
No, that's not what's important, John.
I did that thing...
..that thing that they do in the films!
Which film? That pencil-rubby thing.
Look... at... this.
"Sinclair" and some other bits and bobs
which didn't come out so well.
And look at the bottom...?
"Zieg... R".
Ziegler! Chief Constable Ziegler.
There's some numbers after it.
Look, I think this is some phone scribbles.
He was on a call to someone,
he's writing "Sinclair", he's writing "Ziegler".
It's got to mean something, hasn't it?
If those numbers underneath do what I think they do,
this could just mean everything!
Really? I knew it!
I KNEW I was good at this!
Up top!
I'd better go.
Thanks for the packed lunch!
We've been through all their bank statements
and we can't find anything that differs from their story.
OK, and what did Holly's team get? What did they find?
Nada. Holly verified that they had all paid...
There's nothing in that car except a suitcase, OK.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Zilch. Zip.
Oh, what's that, sir? Hmm?
Something to do with the case? Oh, team reviews.
Which, as we all know, are due this month,
so that makes sense, that I'd be printing it.
Something to do with the bells?
I mean, why do they even have bells?
It used to be a kitchen.
Can I just...?
But, no, that would mean...
Which doesn't make sense.
Unless...
Are those the bank statements?
Can I see them again, please?
No outgoing amount at all, not a single penny.
OK, so what?
So, I thought Lady Bryce said he paid in advance?
Maybe he paid cash? Paying in any form isn't exactly his forte.
This only go back two months.
Yes, that was when he registered the business.
Would you mind going back a bit further?
A year ought to do it.
And would you mind seeing if all the telemarketers,
everyone, can join us back at Bryce Manor?
Why?
Because I already know EXACTLY
what's going to be on that statement.
And where to find Mr Williams.
Oh, here you are again, but of course you are!
I can't remember a time when you weren't here! See?
It wasn't anything in the room that changed, it was the room itself.
Look, the wallpaper has shifted, only marginally,
less than a centimetre, but it's shifted, see the pattern?
Honestly, no.
Well, trust me, it's shifted.
Excuse me, you can't...
This is a...
Yes, this is a partition wall.
This section of the wallpaper has been stripped and reapplied,
except you didn't quite line it up again properly afterwards.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
This whole section of the wall will have to be cut out.
And what if I say, "No"?
You'd be, rather pointlessly, delaying the inevitable, I suppose.
A door. A pantry.
Blocked off, very cheaply, but surprisingly effectively,
back whenever this became the reception.
And behind which is either coincidental evidence
of a completely unconnected crime we know absolutely nothing about,
or the dead body of Peter Williams.
Oh, my God!
Hmm...!
It stinks!
Looks like it's option B.
Look, what exactly are we all doing here?
We're investigating a murder, Mr Barclay.
We've found the body.
He's dead? Oh, my God!
Really? Oh, my God! What?
Peter, like...?! Oh, God...!
Ah, lads...!
Is he all right? Oh...
No, no, no, no, no! Poor Peter...
That is awful.
That is really. Aww...
You were a silent partner,
one who'd bought in for a lot more than £500.
Ten grand, transferred from your account to his eight months ago.
Bryce Manor was supposed to be the location
of this fantasy spa of his, wasn't it?
At least that's what he told you.
He came here with his wife about a year ago.
Talked to me a lot about the place.
Then he came back, a few months later,
with a "zero-risk investment opportunity".
His words.
That £10,000 was the last of my savings.
Though a spa and wellness retreat
with exclusive high-paying membership
would certainly have turned those fortunes around for you.
If it had been real, of course.
I'm not a stupid woman, Detective,
but desperation and naivety go hand-in-hand.
I wanted my home back.
So, I believed him.
Camilla Bryce, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You do not have to say anything.
Anything you do say might be held against you.
Oh, I doubt SHE killed him. Sorry?
Well, I mean she could hardly have done all that by herself, could she?
It took two officers just to remove the panel from the wall just now.
Right, OK, but you just said...
I mean, you should probably arrest her anyway.
If that's OK?
But it's very unlikely she was the killer.
Right. Who is, then?
Not sure.
Does anyone want to confess?
Fair enough.
Probably doesn't matter,
you were all involved.
I'm sure I can make a fairly educated guess
at a sequence of events based on simple deduction and reasoning.
I mean, I did it before, so...
OK, here we go.
One of you found out about the collapse of this so-called company
you'd all been cajoled into contributing to.
Presumably confronted him.
Look at this!
He's had five failed businesses!
He panics, of course.
I imagine it came as just as much a surprise to him
as it did to you...
..but by this point, you'd all learned about it.
We do know he checked out, we saw that,
but clearly he didn't get very far.
Did you attack him deliberately or...
..was it some kind of accident?
Er, it was a bit of both.
You found them with the body?
I was supposed to be serving dinner.
They weren't there.
It was... It was an accident.
He... He...! He stole from us!
He stole from you?
You were all victims.
Or at least saw yourselves as such.
He should have been going to prison, shouldn't he?
Why should any of you?
Quite.
We should get him inside.
After that, it was a case of turning off that camera in there,
which, apparently, just involves unplugging the reception computer -
something it seems you do every night anyway so was very unlikely
to raise suspicion,
and then, getting to work.
Removing the section of the wall,
moving the body,
and replacing the wall panel and paper.
Fortunately for us, not quite as accurately as you should have done.
All that was left, then, was a simple four-hour round trip
to a notorious suicide hot spot,
which, depressingly,
one of you knew about.
And it was as if he'd never even been here.
Despite, as my initial hunch suggested,
having never actually left.
Er, sir, what about Mr Barclay?
I don't actually know what he's doing here.
You just said to bring everyone back, Guv.
I didn't mean him, he's got nothing to do with it,
I doubt he's got any idea what's even happening right now.
No, yes.
Yes, I do!
I mean...
..sounds like they...
..worked as a team.
You must be very proud.
Just... arrest them.
I've got to be honest, Guv, you had me worried for a bit there.
You know, standing, watching our police officers
ripping the walls from a listed building
did feel a tad... career-ending.
I've never been so relieved to see a corpse in my life.
Why have we stopped?
Whose house is this?
Mrs Williams, do you mind if we come inside?
That never gets any easier.
You still remember your first one?
As if it was today.
Oh, there you are, how did it...?
Oh, dear. Are you OK?
James didn't just vanish.
He left bread-crumbs,
coded messages,
a puzzle.
His disappearance was prepared in advance by him.
My brother isn't dead.
Yes, I know that.
You hope it. I KNOW it.
No, John, YOU hope it, I know it.
But thank you.
Now, the Sinclair case is, um, "Roger Sinclair" -
single man, disturbed a burglar
who then killed him in a panic of self-preservation.
And that's it.
That's the whole thing.
They got the guy, case closed,
James didn't even seem to be involved in it.
So, why is that name being scribbled in notebooks,
whispered by superintendents
and hidden behind passwords?
It says here, he was a blogger.
Have you googled him?
Now I think we both know the answer to that question, don't we?
We need to trace this fax number.
What fax number?
Oh, goodness me, you've got ears like a bat.
Apparently, Dad sent a fax the day he... you know...
I mean, goodness knows who to,
I don't know anybody who still has a fax machine.
What, apart from us you mean?
Dad's got one, it's bundled up in his office.
What...? He's still got that?
Can you fax yourself?
There is not much about Sinclair online.
Well, if he did have a blog, he's taken it down.
There's only one mention of his death, local newspaper...
Er, well, nothing here that's not in the report. Wait.
Make that picture come back up the screen again.
You mean "scroll down"? Yes, scroll down.
OK, well, that one was certainly easier to match
than a wallpaper pattern.
It's the same house. Yes, it is.
I've got it working. Ooh!
What have you got? Let me see.
Oh, it's just another copy of the Sinclair crime scene report.
No, something's changed.
Oh, don't start all this again!
But... But it has.
Look, it's dated a day earlier,
James is down as lead detective,
there's no mention of a break-in or burglary
and he describes the murder as appearing "professional".
It's official, Superintendent Shaw signed it off. See?
Then, 24 hours later,
a completely different report,
a completely different detective.
Suddenly, there WAS a break-in!
There WAS a burglary!
There's even an arrest!
And look who signed off this one.
Chief Constable Ziegler.
Do we know anything about this guy?
Not yet...
..but there's one thing I know for certain.
He's definitely not DI Carter's niece.
How was your day?
Somebody murdered a tour guide in a church.
I meant how was your day in terms of OUR investigation? Yes, sorry.
I've actually been looking over the original crime scene report again.
What you were supposed to be do today is get closer to DI Carter.
What we need is personal information.
Do you follow football at all?
What's his connection to Zeigler?
Oh! Yeah, I've got one of those, as well.
Ah, there it is. See.
We've identified all the suspects.
These people here, there are seven of them,
which creates a fairly traditional spatial puzzle.
Sinclair was a conspiracy theorist and a pretty batty one at that.
Of course, you can imagine how Henry's taken this.
They killed Sinclair, they framed Bowen
and when Dad wouldn't drop it they started coming after him!
I have been looking into their supposed burglar,
this guy they arrested, Rhys Bowen.
She might arrange for me to visit her son.
What?! In prison?!
I'm led to believe that you've been
performing miracles recently, DCI Taylor.
I'm certainly keen to witness it. The puzzle is impossible!
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