Jack muttered to himself, sat in his car as the rain fell dimly on the windows, waiting for the others to arrive. He was getting too old for all of this!

Sandra pulled up neatly beside him and she jumped out to open Jack's door and sit with him.

"You okay?" She asked, quite upbeat. Or maybe it was average contentment in contrast to Jack's misery.

"Yeah, yeah" He answered, trying to sound slightly bouncier.

"You seem quite quiet Jack, sure nothing's wrong?" She persisted, knowing Jack at more than face value.

"Ah, practice for the journey with Brian. I won't get a word in edge ways!" He tried his best to brighten up; there wasn't anything wrong, he just wasn't feeling 100% up to nearly 3 hours driving. With Brian.

She smiled, and both their attention was drawn to the next car pulling in, Gerry's unmistakable Stag- followed by shouting from a cyclist... Brian.

"WATCH OUT! YOU'LL KILL SOMEBODY! PILLOCK!" They heard the end of Brian's rant as they got out of Jack's car to meet the rest of the team.

"Right," Sandra raised her voice to get their full attention. "Gerry, put your stuff in my car. Jack and Brian can head straight down to Bristol, me and Gerry can going to pay the boyfriend a visit before."

"I'm not driving?" Gerry questioned, concealing his dispair.

"No Gerry." Sandra assured him.

"As long as we don't go through any advertisements this time..." He commented, before turning away to prevent a backlash from the Guv.

"Ha Bloody Ha, Gerry" She retorted, her expression one of sarcasm.

"Okay," Jack was thankful he and Brian were travelling down together and sooner rather than later.

Gerry and Sandra waved them off and headed for Charles Brack's.

"So, he said at the time that they were in love...only one for each other... blah blah blah" Sandra explained to Gerry, clearly expressing her cynical views on the matter. "He didn't say much at the time though."

"Shock?" Gerry suggested.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Could have been. We'll soon see though..."

...

"Charles Brack?" Sandra asked the mid thirties man on the doorstep, with a short brown beard and neatly trimmed hair, he wasn't what Gerry was expecting. He'd changed a lot since the photos at the time. Only 9 years ago.

"Yeah?" He answered with a sigh.

"I'm Detective Superrintendant Sandra Pullman and this is Gerry Standing. We are part of the unsolved crime and open cases squad and are looking into the circumstances surrounding Joanna Wadley's death."

Charles' face dropped at the sound of a past memory, clearly brought back to the surface in a flash flood. He seemed shocked and Gerry couldn't tell if it was panic or pain.

"Come in." Charles eventually answered. The house was plain but too tidy, like he was never there. The walls were a pale blue and laminate flooring was shiny and pristine, not a single scratch- obviously no kids.

"What do you remember of the night?" Sandra asked.

"Um, well, I went in to see Jo just after 7 that evening when I got the call. She seemed okay, and the doctor said things were looking very good. I didn't want to leave. I cared about her." He looked down at the floor.

"Can you think of anyone who would have possibly wanted to-"Sandra started.

"Look. Jo was a lovely girl. So caring, intelligent. Well, you probably hear it all the time. But she was. Nobody wanted to harm her. She was cared about and hated confrontation." He was getting angrier and Sandra sensed there wasn't much point pushing him.

As they were leaving, Gerry opened the car door for Sandra and she got in smiling at him. She shook her head.

"He's either still very hurt. Or hiding something."

Gerry said nothing, but nodded.