According to the map Handerley did not live too far from the station so Sandra informed Jack they would be walking to Handerley towers. Unfortunately for Jack, this was not one of Sandra's brightest ideas as the map Brain had printed out was very much misleading when it came to the distance and Sandra had forgotten it had been such a cold night, which had hung over well into the day the frost hadn't quite finished thawing and she had forgotten her coat as she rushed to work that day.
"Sandra, will you quit moaning, here" Jack said in that grumpy old man tone of voice, which the team had noticed they were getting to hear it much more frequently nowadays.
"Thanks Jack" she said taking his coat and wrapping it around her shivering body. "Right, it must be down here, it's the only place we haven't tried" she said pointing to the small cluster of apartment blocks that stood before them.
"Which number did Brian say he lived at?" Jack asked.
"Err, 13, West Rising Apartment Blocks" she said reading from the bumf Brian had thrust upon her person prior to leaving.
"Well we just walked passed East Rising so I am guessing this is West" Jack muttered.
"Jack, don't take that tone with me, it's not my fault we got lost" was her short but sharp response.
"West Rising, here we are at last" the old man sighed as he buzzed the intercom for number 13.
"Joel Handerley?"
"Er, who is it?" A voice filled with static replied from the device.
"Detective Superintendant Pullman, Jack Halford from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad, we are here to ask you about your time working for the BBC's Television Centre" She gave a short pause. "Particularly on and around November the 23rd, 1984".
The man did not reply but simply buzzed them inside.
"Can I see some ID please" the middle aged not so well dressed man asked.
"Of course" Jack said handing his over with Sandra's badge.
"Well what do ya wanna know, please sit down" he said in a strong cockney accent that Sandra could just about make out, Gerry would have been extremely useful here, she thought.
"We are looking into a suspected terrorist plot with Television Centre as the target on the 23rd of November 1984, which we believe was planned to go ahead during the live Children in Need broadcast".
"Well that's the first I've heard of it" he quickly said causing Sandra and Jack to give each other little glances indicating that they weren't quite sure this was the case.
"Tell me, you worked for the BBC in 1984-'85 as a Junior scenery and arts supervisor" Jack began "what exactly did that entail?"
"Well mainly putting together sets, organising their arrival and sometimes if you were lucky you would even get to help paint the scenes or advise at least".
"Did you enjoy your job?"
"Yeah, very much so" he said twitching.
"Then why did you leave?" Sandra asked, picking up on his nervous body language.
"Umm, well I got offered a job with an independent film company, the role was much more hands on and I suited an independent company better, I don't like corporations very much" he said lighting a cigarette.
"Why not?" Sandra inquired.
"Because firms like the BBC do not care about little men like me all they care about is their profile and the people who appear to make that happen like that moron Deakan LeTorte, people seem to forget that us behind the scenes play an important part to, in fact without us they would have their poxy shows" he exclaimed with rage.
"Is that why you belonged to a copy cat Red Army Fraction group?" Sandra's question had put his guard up.
"Partly, and the fact four other people who worked in the department belonged to it, Danny Canister, the lad who was in charge of us set it up, he was the one who persuaded me to join".
"Are you still in contact with this Danny Canister?"
"Nah I don't believe in the big man, miss" he answered blowing smoke directly into Sandra's face causing her to cough and splutter.
"I'm sorry".
"He's brown" she looked at Jack confused.
"Dead" Jack explained.
"Lung Cancer 1998 too many of these" Joel said waving his half smoke cigarette as if it was a magic wand.
"Do you know anything about the letter?" She said bringing him back into the picture.
"Letter?"
"A letter was found by staff at Television Centre about ten days before the station closed down, the letter contained information, possibly a plan about the potential attack to the building in 1984, ring any bells?"
"Means nothing to me" he said with a blank expression.
"Then you won't mind coming to the station with us so we can eliminate you from our inquiries" Jack smiled.
"Err, you want my DNA on your hit list, no chance mate" he answered.
"Fine, you can come down to the station and be interviewed as an official suspect, I don't care, it's your choice" Sandra said getting up off the regal red sofa.
"Okay, look I had heard Dan and some of the others say that there was going to be an attack, they were laughing and joking, if truth be told I didn't hate the corporation back then, I went along with it to fit in I was still new. I had heard that there were stories about this sort of thing happening whenever there was a live event so I thought nothing of it until Danny told us the scenes had to be sent back as they weren't finished to his standard. The rumours every year said the bombs would come in with the scenery and usually the story had it that they were so small they would fit into the sets" he finished looking worried he might have dropped himself in it.
Sandra and Jack looked at each other with suspicion as that was exactly how the letter described the would be attack would occur.
"If you would like to wait here with me Mr Handerley while Mr Halford rings for transport then we can take you to the station, illuminate your DNA from the case and you can tell me more about these rumours" Sandra flashed a 'you will do as I say' smile.
"But you said it was one or the other" he protested.
"Did I?"
