When they arrived at Pete’s flat in Bristol, much of the evening was spent speculating on what the police knew or didn’t know about them and their conversation soon developed into an argument.

‘If you’d never used that bloody gun!’ Joanne chastised her brother.

‘Look, I don’t tell you how to do your part in this, so don’t tell me mine.’

The pair often argued, both were volatile personalities, but they always made up.

But it wasn’t only the way Pete had handled things that divided them. His sister was also appalled by the way he was living. ‘I can’t stay here,’ Joanne moaned. ‘It’s like a pigsty. Why don’t you grow up and learn some basic hygiene?’

Pete snapped, ‘I don’t complain about the way you live, so stop rabbiting on. I like it just fine and it’s only for one night so quit moaning.’

Joanne was glad it was only a one-night stopover; she was used to much better accommodation and couldn’t tolerate living as her brother did for any longer. She slept fitfully and woke early. As she switched on the television, hoping to catch the local news, an image of her brother filled the screen.

‘Pete, come here!’ Joanne yelled. The screen dominated the wall and the Photofit image of Pete was larger than life.

‘It’s nothing like me,’ he sneered, as the picture changed.

‘It damn well is, but that’s not the point. They’re looking for you and probably know about me too, which is why the police were at the apartment yesterday – how the hell have they connected us? Well, it certainly settles what our next move should be. We need to go and quickly.’

The pair loaded up the car once again. ‘Why don’t you get yourself a car?’ Pete grumbled. Joanne’s belongings took up most of the space.

‘I prefer taxis. Hurry up, Pete, the sooner we’re out of here the better. We can stop on the way to eat; I’ll feel so much happier once we’re safely out of Bristol.’

By 8am the pair were on the road heading directly for the M5, the fastest route to London. Once safely on the motorway Joanne warned her brother not to exceed the speed limit. Getting pulled over by the police was the last thing they needed. She then relaxed, knowing they would soon be far away from Bristol and the kidnapping which had gone so horribly wrong.

Pete kept the speed down to seventy and the rhythm of the car soothed Joanne’s worries – she allowed her eyes to close and was soon asleep.