CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CLOSING ARGUMENTS

Ellie felt tired in her bones as she drove her and Tom back to the house and groaned aloud when she saw Alec waiting there. She was even more tired when he immediately started giving orders, "No, no, Miller back in the car."

"What?" she asked. She just wanted to lie down.

Alec spoke to Tom, nonchalantly, "You boys are going to your Aunt Lucy's – sleepover, it'll be fun."

Tom looked at his mum, "What's he talking about?"

She frowned, "I've no idea. You're not going to Lucy's."

"I've arranged it," Alec said. "We've got work to do. We'll drop you there now. How was court?"

After dropping Tom off, Ellie reluctantly told him about court. But started with her mess, rather than get him all worked up of Sharon harassing Bonnie again.

"You bribed your sister?!" he shouted.

"I did not!" she loudly insisted. "I lent her money, she made a statement – separate things!"

"Can you not see how that could get put together?" he asked her incredulously.

"I make mistakes. But I didn't kill a child!" she yelled. "They were gonna shut the case down. She knew something but needed money. I did not know it was Joe!"

He scoffed, "That's all right, then!"

Ellie held in her frustrated tears and focused on driving, "It's gonna be all right, they've got enough evidence, haven't they?"

Alec shrugged, "It could go either way. Juries are funny animals."

"Would it kill you to be reassuring? You are terrible company!" Ellie accused him. After a bleak silence, she reluctantly added, "That's not the worst bit."

Alec gave her a look, "What could possibly be worse than it looking like you bribed your sister to frame Joe for murder?"

Ellie flinched. "They recalled Bon as well. Questioned her about believing she was a medium, like her mum."

Alec clenched his eyes shut in fury, cursing loudly, "Bloody fantastic! What happened?"

"Bonnie was cool as a cucumber," Ellie rushed to reassure him. "She used Bishops' wording choices against her and put her off the truth without committing a crime up there. Went much the same as the last time. But I'm afraid all the jury will remember is my mess of a testimony."

"I've got to call her," Alec sighed.

"You can do that later," Ellie said. "I saw her with Beth after."

"Fine," he sighed.

"Why are we going back here, anyway?"

"Tess has found Gary Thorp. I really wanna talk to him."

Neither of them had expected to find Gary Thorp to be a young lad, early twenties, working at a car wash.

"Gary Thorp? South Mercia Police. Are you the same Gary Thorp who owns Thorp Agri Services?"

The young man answered lamely, "Used to. It was my dad's business. When he died, I took it over. Went bankrupt. What's this about?"

"Did Cate Gillespie do your business accounts?" Ellie asked him.

He thought and shrugged, "Not to my knowledge."

Alec asked, "Have you ever met Cate, or her husband, Ricky?"

He nodded, "Once. He lent me cash when I was in trouble. Money came from his niece, Lisa."

Alec shifted when he heard Lisa's name, "So you know Lisa Newbury?"

Solemnly, Gary nodded, "We went out a couple of times."

"Was it serious?" Ellie asked, sounding friendlier.

"I wish!" he expressed eagerly. But then he sobered, "Uh... I fell for her, big time. I thought she was the one, and she didn't feel the same about me."

"Why didn't you come forward when Lisa disappeared?" Alec asked incredulously.

"I wasn't in any state," he explained.

"Why not?"

The boy frowned, shame rolling off of him in waves, "The business was in a state cos I wasn't paying attention to it and my life went out of control."

"What do you mean?" Ellie asked.

"I used to follow her a little bit. Stand outside where she was. I'm not proud of it," he explained, thoroughly ashamed.

Ellie added, "Like when she was babysitting?"

Shakily, Gary nodded.

"Did you stand outside the Gillespies' house when she was there? Where were you on the night the girls disappeared?" Alec tacked on.

"In hospital," he revealed. "I tried to kill myself."

"So, what are you here for?" Ricky asked as Ellie and Alec visited him on site in his trailer office.

"Did you ever give money to Gary Thorp?" Alec asked.

Ricky shrugged, "Never heard of him."

"He went out with Lisa, got a business called Thorp Agri Services," Ellie elaborated.

Recognition dawned on him then, "Yes... Yeah, I did give him some cash. Lisa asked for some help, said he had a cash flow problem, that I'd get it back."

"Why didn't you tell us at the time?" Alec asked him, reaching the end of his wick with all these people.

Ricky frowned, "Uh, cos it didn't seem important and it never came up."

Alec had turned his attention elsewhere, looking around. He frowned when he noticed a landline phone sitting on one of the tables at the back. Ricky had an office phone at his desk at the front.

"Did you know he ran an animal incineration business?" Ellie asked Ricky.

Ricky frowned, "Jesus. Do you think he had something to do with it?"

Alec had wondered deeper into the office, eyes trained on a landscape photo hung up on the wall. It was a field of bluebells.

"How long have you had this picture?"

Ricky looked back at him, "A year, two."

Alec slowly turned his eyes to Ricky, "You like bluebells?"

Ricky let out a forced chuckle and stammered, "Uh... Yeah, yeah. They're all right. They're a... They're a flower, aren't they? So..."

"Well, thank you very much for your time," Ellie concluded.

"Yeah," Ricky waved them off as they left.

As they were walking off, Alec gently blocked Ellie from walking too far, "You still got the number you found in Claire's phone?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Ring it."

Diligently, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number, holding it to her ear as the ringing began. Only it didn't only come from her phone. They could hear the distinct sound of a phone ringing inside the trailer behind them. They shared a look. Like all the pieces were there and they just had to put them all together.

Claire was sitting in a lump on the beach by the boat huts where she'd been squatting since last night. Like magnetism, she felt Lee's presence behind her.

"No-one followed you, did they? They don't know I'm here."

He said nothing as he crouched next to her, stroking his hand lovingly through her hair. She kissed his hand, showed him affection. And it made him sick. Slowly, so she didn't suspect anything, he weaved his fingers through her bun before gripping tight. She barely had time to scream before he was dragging her into the water, tossing her in. She flailed and tried to get away as he dunked her head under the waves. He shouted, "When were you gonna tell me?!"

She gasped for air as he pulled her out of the water by her hair, "I don't know..."

"You don't know?!" He pushed her under again.

"I swear! I don't know... Get off me. Get off me!" she tried to fight him when her head was barely above water.

"You were pregnant!" he shouted in her face.

"Get off me. Get off me!" she hit at his strong arm still had a hold on her hair. She sobbed, looking at him, "I wasn't ready to tell you, and then you were arrested. I didn't know what was gonna happen. I was so scared! I was so scared."

Lee felt tears stinging his eyes, "What happened to the baby?"

She stuttered in grief, "I had an abo... I had an abortion."

Anger coursed through him, "How did Alec Hardy know about this?"

Her sobs decreased as she stared at him, "Alec? He told you?"

"How did he know?" Lee needed to know.

Claire frowned, crying as she admitted weakly, "He came to the clinic with me. He stayed with me."

Lee was tempted to dunk her into the water again. To hold her down until she stopped moving. She had killed their child. Tears tracked down his cheeks and he demanded, "Was the baby mine? Was the baby mine?!"

Her face changed, "You have to ask me that?" As his grip in her hair slackened, she lunged for him, hitting him on his shoulders and chest. "You have to ask me that, after all I've done for you?"

He fought back at her as she pushed him into the rocks and water, almost holding him under. He pushed her away until she fell back against the beach. "I don't want you near me."

Bonnie was being lulled by the waves and the sounds of bugs as she sat in the middle of the living room, already deep in meditation.

What do you want?

How to we start?

Keep him awake.

He doesn't get to sleep tonight.

Right.

He's a killer.

He deserves to burn!

"What are you doing on the floor?"

That voice was alive and made her open her eyes to see Alec sleepily peering down at her from the doorway of their bedroom. He rubbed at his eyes and asked again, "Are you sleeping sitting up like that? There's a perfectly good bed."

She gave him a small smile, a little embarrassed being caught, and whispered, "I know. I was meditating. Closing arguments tomorrow – making me angsty."

He nodded in understanding and held out his hand to pull her up. "We've done all we can do at this point. It'll be up to the jury."

Maybe not.

"Of course," she agreed with him aloud and followed him back into bed.

Bonnie still felt the weight of all the souls she'd been absorbing while meditating. She held tight to Beth's hand, and was happy to see the purple bags under Joe's eyes. She leaned her head down so her hair obscured her face and closed her eyes.

Dig in.

With pleasure.

"What do we know about the defendant?" Jocelyn began her closing speech. "We know he had a violent temper. We know he was in secret communication with Danny. We know he was secretly meeting Danny. We know the defendant has not been able to give us a satisfactory explanation as to why he had Danny's phone."

Joe felt his eye twitch as a strong chill swept into him, right to his soul. It was like a darkness that stuck to his skin and burrowed into his pores. It made his eye start to twitch.

She's right.

You're sick. Twisted. Murderer.

Do you realize what happens to you after you die?

"Or why he gave Danny £500 in cash," Jocelyn continued. "We know forensics have placed him at the murder scene. You've heard sworn evidence that Joe Miller was seen dumping clothes that night. You have not heard any alibi evidence to place him anywhere else other than at the murder scene."

You can't deny it.

You'll end up just like us.

We killed, raped, hurt.

And this is what we are now.

Nothing.

"And yet the one person we haven't heard from is the defendant himself."

You have no defense. You're guilty.

Guilty, guilty, GUILTY!

"It's a short walk from the dock to the witness box – I've counted it to be 13 steps," Jocelyn explained. "You may think that if you're falsely accused of a child's murder, you'd make that short walk. You may even think you'd run there to reassure the jury of your innocence. But when given the opportunity to give his own account and explanation of the evidence against him, when given a chance to protest his innocence, to shout it from the rooftops... he chooses to stay silent."

Bonnie couldn't help but smile when she saw Joe's whole face twitch.

"Instead, he allows his lawyers to speculate, to throw red herrings around to try and distract you from the truth."

Letting them fight your battles.

Attack these good people.

Look at what this has done to that family – to your family!

GUILTY!

"You may conclude that the reason for all these distortions, and the reason the defendant has not got into that witness box is because he knows, he knows he can't defend himself. He's preferred to hide behind the glass, to hide behind the fabricated stories his lawyers are fighting to convince you of."

Bonnie was disappointed that nothing had happened with Joe yet. They were running out of time.

"In a moment, you're going to hear from Ms. Bishop, who's going to make many ludicrous suggestions. It's up to you, members of the jury, how seriously you take these. But the Crown's case is that you can be sure of the defendant's guilt. You can be sure Joe Miller... murdered Daniel Latimer."

Alec caught a small drag in Bonnie's steps as she approached them while they were at recess. She seemed tired. But he expected that after catching her meditating in the middle of the night. When she embraced him and pressed her face into his chest, he reached his hand up to massage the back of her neck, feeling a knot at the top of her muscle.

"You should've eaten breakfast before coming today," he chided her lightly. "You're nearly dead on your feet."

She didn't want to comment on his word choice, tiredly laughing, "Ditto."

He hugged her, tucking his face into her hair, breathing her in. "Tell me that we'll win."

She kept her face down so he didn't see her expression of slipping hope. "We will."

"The Crown needs you to be sure. They've given you a version of events, but there's a compelling alternative version of what happened that night."

Bonnie was able to keep her hold on them around Joe with her eyes open. She wanted to stare him down – let him know that she was the one driving him mad in there. But she didn't want others to notice, so she kept her eyes trained on Bishop.

"It's not in any dispute that Danny's father, Mark, was 50 yards away from the murder scene. Let's stop and think about that. Mark Latimer had just engaged in illicit sex with a new-found mistress that had a profound effect on him. Because, according to his own evidence, he composed a letter to his wife telling her the marriage was over, that he had found his new soul-mate. He interpreted a fumble in a car as true love."

You're letting them drag Mark down for your crime!

Joe flinched at the words as if they were shouted in his head. "No," he whispered to himself.

Yes.

Soon you'll be with us.

You'll rot out there in the world and then you'll be just like us.

Faded away into oblivion.

Darkness.

Hell.

"Now let's remember that there was a window in the hut where Danny was, which had a direct view onto the carpark," Sharon continued.

Are you really going to let this go on?

Let her tear him down?

"Let's say that Danny saw his dad with his new mistress. Let's say that he ran from the hut and confronted his dad. As soon as his face popped up at that car window, Mark's dream, Mark's absurd schoolboy fantasy was in pieces. He was jolted back to the real world."

Joe muttered, "No, no, no..."

We know your heart.

We're in you now.

We know what you did.

What you are.

Sick.

You thought you were in love with that boy. Said you were.

But we know what you really wanted from him.

"I never asked-" Joe shuddered. "I never asked for that."

You wanted to. You know you did.

"Just picture it. Danny's gonna run to his mum, tell her everything. Mark has a tiny window of opportunity to stop him, to explain, to reassure and persuade him not to tell. Now let's imagine Danny tried to break free, ran back to the hut. Mark follows him. There's an altercation. And in the ensuing tragedy and confusion, Mark ends up killing Danny."

Mark sat back, incredulous.

"Can you be sure that didn't happen?"

Bonnie chanced a look at Joe and saw his lips moving, saw him starting to rock back and forth. She sat up straighter and tried to channel all of her strength. Finish him.

"You also heard evidence that Nigel Carter was seen dumping Danny's body that night. Can you be sure that Mark did not kill Danny and call his workmate and best friend to help him out of a crisis?"

You're coming with us when you die.

Into nothing, darkness, cold.

Joe shuddered violently when just a taste of the obscurity they were in descended into his soul. He felt like ice, like nothing, like he couldn't touch or feel. It was Hell.

"You may also feel that the police investigation was fundamentally flawed. Procedures compromised, personal liaisons got in the way of the truth."

You're letting them tear your family apart. Your boy. Tom. Bet you wanted him too. Wanted to touch him. Wanted to love him like you loved Danny.

You're coming with us.

You're going to die and you're going to be right here in Hell with us!

GUILTY!

"NOOOOO!"

The whole court broke out in shocked murmurs as Joe suddenly stood and shouted at the top of his lungs. Ellie had shielded Tom from seeing Joe looking like a mad man, but the boy could see over her shoulder quite easily. Beth immediately reached her hands out, squeezing Mark and Bonnie as Joe rambled and screamed.

"STOP, STOP, STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" he shouted, clutching at his head. The Guards inside with him tried to restrain him as the Judge called for order.

"My Lady!" Sharon tried to protest. "The defense-"

The Judge pounded her gavel on her podium, "Order in the courtroom!"

But Joe fought the guards and screamed, "I DID IT! I killed him!" He sobbed, spit flying out of his mouth, "I loved him! It was real! It was real! But he wanted to stop! He was going to leave me!" the guards got hold of his arms and restrained him, and he went limp in their hold, completely crumpling. "I didn't mean to! I didn't want to kill him! I just wanted to love him!" He stared out, unseeing, hopeless, desolate. With a final sorrowful mutter, he said, "I just wanted him to love me."

The resounding silence swallowed the whole courtroom as the guards took Joe out of the room. Sharon and Abby were agape with shock, at a loss for words. Bonnie could almost feel her fingers cracking under Beth's grip, waiting for the end.

After the shock had worn off just a little, the Judge regarded Sharon and Jocelyn, "Well... this certainly has been a... unique case." She turned to the jury, "I believe you the jury are no longer required, as it seems that the defendant has changed his plea. Court will adjourn for today and sentencing of Mr. Miller will commence tomorrow."

"My Lady!" Sharon tried to protest.

"My ruling is final, Miss Bishop," the Judge concluded. "Accept it."

Beth needed the support of both Bonnie and Mark to walk out of the courtroom as she was frozen in shock and happiness. They quickly climbed down the stairs and sat her down on a bench. "Is it really over? Is he really going away?"

Mark laughed and knelt in front of her, "Yes, love, he is."

Ellie and Alec were loping down the stairs with Lucy and Tom. Alec caught Bonnie's eyes across the lobby and they shared a smile. When Beth noticed Ellie, she waved the woman over, suddenly letting go of all her anger, "Ellie!"

Ellie and Tom jogged faster than Alec and Lucy and met Beth and Mark and Bonnie with hugs and tearful kisses. All was well.

Bonnie had her eyes trained on Alec walking over. He felt relief as well as he approached her. He was still several feet away when he saw the whites of her eyes as they rolled back into her head and she suddenly collapsed, dropped without even attempting to break her own fall.

"Bonnie!" Alec shouted, starting to run for her.

Luckily, Jocelyn and her junior, Ben, had been approaching the group, and the young barrister had been close enough to catch Bonnie's shoulders before her head hit the ground. Alec pulled her up in his arms and laid her down on the bench with Beth as she and Ellie fussed over the unconscious woman.

"What happened?" Beth cried.

Ellie was fanning Bonnie's reddened face, "Has she been ill?"

"Stressed," Alec cursed. "Skipped breakfast."

"Mark, get some water," Beth ordered her husband, pulling Bonnie's head onto her lap. Mark rushed off to the cafe cart to do so. She called after him, "And a protein bar!"

"Right!" he called back, still rushing away.

Bonnie started groaning as Beth brushed her hair back and Alec called her name, "Bonnie, love, can you hear me?"

"Alec?" she moaned, slowly blinking awake.

"Oh, thank God," Ellie breathed as her eyes opened.

"What happened?" Bonnie asked, seeing a sea of faces all around her.

"You're trying to give me heart problems again, that's what happened," Alec lightly joked as he sat with her and slowly guided her to sit up.

She groaned as she let her head loll onto his shoulder, "I'm sorry. I think it was the shock."

He could tell she was saying that for the others benefits. By the look he shared with Ellie, he could tell she knew there was more to it as well.

Beth rubbed her arm, "You nearly wiped out on the tile there. Thought we'd have to rush you to the hospital."

Mark then rushed back over with goodies in his arms, "All right, all right, I've got water, juice, a granola bar, and—and a cookie."

Bonnie and Beth both smiled at his effort, and Bonnie readily accepted the juice while Alec took the other treats off his hands with thanks.

Beth clasped her friend's arm and started giving her maternal orders, "Right, well, you're going to let Hardy take you home and get in bed and rest. Later, we're going to throw a huge party. It's finally over!"

"That sounds like fun," Bonnie smiled.

"What sounds like more fun is getting you to sleep," Alec said, handing the water and treat to Ellie and pulling Bonnie up to stand. He readily supported most of her weight as they said their farewells to the others and made their way back home. It was over, with Joe Miller at least.

Maggie and Jocelyn reclined on the picnic blanket with cheese and bread and wine, letting the grass caress their legs and the waves of the ocean provide background music to their conversation.

"I don't know what I've done to deserve this," Maggie said, taking a sip of her wine.

"Besides celebrating?" Jocelyn posited. "It's a thank you for pulling me back into the world."

Maggie gave her a coy smile, "Have I done that?"

Jocelyn smiled back, "You know you have." She then grew rather serious, taking a deep breath, "There's something else. Something I should have told you... long before now. There was a moment, must have been 15 years ago. I should have said it then, and I didn't. And I want to say it now." She had Maggie's undivided, breath-holding attention as she finally said, "It's always been you."

Maggie kept her reaction under her jacket. "What has?"

"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?" Jocelyn laughed. "Fine. I'm in love with you, Maggie. Ever since you came here."

Maggie frowned, "What am I supposed to do with that now? Do you really think I didn't know?"

Now, Jocelyn frowned, "Well, why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you never did!" Maggie answered, downtrodden. "I thought if you really feel that strongly, you'd be brave, you wouldn't care what people thought. But your work mattered more."

"I thought it did," Jocelyn admitted. "But I was wrong." For a moment, the two of them simply stared at each other. "Say something."

"Jocelyn, you're grieving, you're feeling alone, that's why you're saying this," Maggie told her, referencing the recent death of Jocelyn's mother. She let out a mournful, reluctant sigh, "But it's over. The moment passed."

Jocelyn took in her face, "No. I don't think it has." Slowly, knowing now was the time to be brave, she cupped Maggie's face and brought her in for a slow, sweet kiss.

Claire was lumped over on a bench, hiding away from Lee and all her other problems, hood pulled over her head, when a voice asked, "Are you OK?"

She jolted up, squinting up at the reverend. "Mm-hm. Just... got into a bit of a scrap. You should see the other girl."

"Have you reported this to the police?" Paul asked her, completely unaware of who he was dealing with.

She let out an incredulous laugh. Like the police would help her now.

Paul frowned at her, confused, "What's so funny about that?"

Claire ignored the question. "I think I need a bit of sanctuary."

Paul understandingly held out his hand and helped her off the bench, walking her towards the Church, "I've got some antiseptic wipes – I can have a look at the eye for you."

"Thank you," she muttered, him mentioning it made the black eye throb. "It was my husband – he found out I'd had an abortion."

"Has he been violent with you before?" Paul asked, concerned – as was his nature.

"Not really," she hedged.

"Do you live locally?"

"Don't really live anywhere at the moment," she quipped.

"I can recommend a women's refuge for you. I can drive you there, if need be," he readily offered.

Claire objected, "No, it's not like that."

Paul gave her a look, "It looks very much like that."

"No, it's not. It really is not. It's more complicated," she tried to tell him. "And I'm... I'm all out of places to run, that's the problem. What am I supposed to do?"

Paul regarded her thoughtfully, "I was in trouble once. I was living rough. I'd sort of... hit rock bottom."

"What did you do?" Claire asked in a small voice.

"I stopped, turned around and faced the demons I'd been avoiding. There was no other way to go, so I fought back. 'When I am weak, then I am strong,'" he told her.

"Recurring suspects – what were they doing in the 12 hours before Lisa and Pippa went missing?" Alec treated his living room like the station as he and Ellie worked. He leaned against the table, peering into the bedroom, happy to see Bonnie still fast asleep. He believed she had something to do with Joe's outburst in court and that was somehow connected to her fainting spell.

"Uh... Right. Claire..." Ellie dragged a colored highlighter along a map of the neighborhood in Sandbrook, to track the trail they followed, "left work at four o'clock and she went to do Cate's hair... It's there. Oh... for the wedding party that night." She grabbed another color. "Ricky – he got home at 4:45, having spent the afternoon at a building site doing foundations."

Alec grabbed a purple pen and started tracking Lee's movements, "Lee finished a job that morning putting in flooring in a church hall then went to buy stock – we've got him on CCTV in the carpark, a receipt timed at 14:27, so that tallies. Claire and Cate remember hearing him working on his own floor when Claire was doing Cate's hair."

Ellie noticed a photo tacked to the wall of Claire, Lee, and Pippa in the living room amidst Lee's unfinished work. "When was that taken?"

"About a week before," he answered. "That leaves Gary Thorp, who says he spent all day and most of the evening at work – the place was on a 7-day, 24-hour activity during that period."

"The furnace was alight all weekend? Who else knew?" Ellie asked.

He returned to rest against the table and check in on Bonnie again before adding, "What bothers me is when I asked about Thorp Agri Services, he lied. He said maybe it was connected to Cate. He'd heard that name before, knew it was connected. How?"

"Gary Thorp is a credible suspect if he was stalking Lisa," Ellie said.

"How does Lee Ashworth know that?" he pointed out. "We only know cos Thorp told us. Ashworth would have no reason to know."

"Unless Lisa told him," Ellie thought out loud.

"Exactly," Alec said excitedly, feeling that they were gaining momentum. "Miller, there it is – that's the lie. That's the wee lie. He wanted me to think he'd heard about Thorp through Cate, but what if it was through Lisa?"

"If that's the case, Lee must have known her better that he's admitted," Ellie said.

He agreed, "Mustn't he!"

Alec waited patiently at the observation desk at the beach, knowing that Lee would take the bait when he texted him.

The lo and behold, Lee showed up, shoving his phone in Alec's calm face. "What did that text mean? I've got something wrong?"

"Thought you'd come round. Spoken to Claire yet?" he responded.

"What do you want?" Lee scowled.

"Did you ever sleep with Lisa Newbury?" Alec asked.

With a clenched jaw, Lee said, "No."

"Did you want to?"

"No."

"She turn you down?"

"No."

"What did Claire make of you and Lisa?" Alec asked.

"There was no 'me and Lisa'. I barely even spoke to her," Lee insisted.

"Right. Just slept with her?" Alec retorted. He stared Lee down, "What's it like to kill someone, Lee? What's it like to be in the room when the life goes out a person? How does it feel to be responsible for that?"

Lee glared at him, "I told you, I don't know."

"I think you do," Alec muttered. "I look at you and I see someone stained by death. I think it haunts you every single day. Just confess, Lee. I'm nearly there, anyway."

"I've got nothing else to say," Lee said.

"Between you and Claire, I think there's plenty still to say. I'm gonna make you say it," Alec challenged.

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