‘Do you need help with big words, Dan?’ Kelly asked.
‘I’m giving him a hand, guv,’ Emma said.
They laughed and Kate patted Dan on his head.
‘Fin, help me out, mate, I’m surrounded by feminists.’
‘I love it, mate, wait until you have a daughter,’ Fin said.
‘It’s a girl?’ Kate asked Emma.
Emma blushed and Dan beamed at her.
‘God help yer,’ Fin said, laughing.
‘Oi!’ Kelly said. ‘You big Irish oaf, you can’t say things like that anymore.’
‘But you can call me an Irish oaf?’
‘Because it’s true, mate,’ Dan said.
‘Emma, how far did you get with Angelina’s bank accounts?’ Kelly moved on. None of them had time for new directives from HQ unless it affected their work.
Emma tapped a few keys and lists of debits and credits appeared, from a statement courtesy of Barclays bank.
‘It looks like she was paid huge amounts by a company affiliated to Hank Hampton, but I haven’t found what they were for. Private commissions perhaps?’
‘Dan, you have some news?’
‘We’ve got the CCTV footage from the Old Man Guesthouse, boss, and Jamie is clearly identified as there on Friday afternoon as the person who dropped her off,’ Dan said. ‘There’s no evidence of Angelina leaving after that. However, the side entrance to the hotel, which leads to the garden, and the river, is not covered by CCTV.’
None of them had forgotten how violent Angelina’s death had been: one that started in room 13 and didn’t end until she inhaled lake water because she didn’t have the strength to lift her head out of it. And nobody had been there to protect her. Or her baby.
Dan flicked a few keys on his laptop and footage popped up behind Kelly’s head. They watched the video clip. It showed thecarpark at the Old Man Guesthouse, and Jamie arriving in his M4 coupe. It was sleek and stunning, and Kelly knew it was a top-of-the-range edition costing in the region of a hundred thousand pounds. She’d got her love of cars from her time in London, when her lover and boss, Matt the Twat, pointed them out. Dan forwarded the footage, explaining that he’d trawled through it to flag up the incidents of note.
‘This is where Angelina and Jamie turn up,’ Dan said.
‘But look she stays in the car while he goes inside.’
‘What was he doing for an hour inside?’ Kelly asked.
‘Chatting to Tommy about cars?’ Fin suggested.
‘I watched the rest of the footage from the afternoon – eight hours of it – thank you.’ Dan took a bow. ‘And I found this.’
The room fell silent again and they watched another car pull up. It was a taxi. A figure got out of it but it was difficult to see her face. Then a tall shape of a male got out of the other side. His face was covered by a cap.
‘Does that look like Sandy Cooper to you?’ Kelly asked.
‘I was just thinking that, boss,’ Emma said.
Dan rewound the footage but it was impossible to ID the faces of either visitor.
‘Dan, why did you flag up this car arriving?’
‘I went through every piece of footage for last Friday and then ticked off those checking in with the list of guests provided to us by Tommy. Nobody checked in after seven o’clock and this is almost eight p.m. They’re in there for ten minutes, look.’
They watched as the taxi waited and the woman came back and got back into the car. But the man didn’t.
