Sandra had spent the hours Jack and Brian had been away tying up loose ends with Violet and Bruce, getting their accounts on what had happened and how the pensioner had come to be at the London bank. She had also debated with herself whether or not it would be useful to the case (and not just for her personal satisfaction) if they should pull Rose in for questioning; after all she was the one who had provided the diary entries. She had also spoken again to the bank manager and two key witnesses, hoping that she could push them towards presenting her with more information.

While the two witnesses just kept repeating their accounts, the bank manager, Mr. Kissington had been most cooperative, once Sandra had pressed him. It turned out he did suffer memory loss and was unable to recall everything that had happened ten years ago at the bank. However, he did admit to being an incompetent manager at that time beacuse he was suffering from severe depression due to the fact he was having long drawn out domestic issues, which would later lead to his memory loss. He confessed, what with all the media attention surrounding him, in light of the Panorama investigation, his depression was spiralling out of control again, and he was once again punishing himself for the errors he made when in charge of the bank.

He admitted that his mind wasn't on the job and he should have alerted staff and police to the crisis that was on his hands. He profoundly apologised but could not provide her with anymore details about the man, other than he was 'insane thinking that there was still a war on.'


Over in the interview room, Brian took charge of interviewing the elderly man. He tried to coax him out of his trancelike state, but had no success. Even talking to him about the war had no effect on the gentleman. It must be his pills, Brian thought as he tried his hardest to ask him about his history in the forces, his visits to London, showing him the grainy CCTV images captured at the bank. He even tried to gain his confidence by asking about his four daughters, bust still nothing.

"Maybe we ought to have someone he trusts in with him?" Brian suggested as he left the interview room. "Maybe if Mrs. Bouquet sat with him we could get a bit out of him?"

"No Brian, not her, she would only dictate how things were going to be conducted. I think interviewing her alone, is enough. Leave it with me; I think I may know just the person to do this." She said heading to the viewing room to see how Jack was getting on with interviewing Onslow. She was yet to gain the strength to interrogate the nightmarish Mrs. Bucket.