‘I play golf – I can do a tail on Ripley,’ Bax suggested.

‘Shut up,’ Murphy told him, shaking his head.

‘Sounds legit. Does the log say which course it is?’ Kingston asked.

Cam looked at the log. ‘The person who answered the call said, ‘“Royal Epping Forest”.’

‘That’s a private, members-only club – not cheap either,’ Bax said.

‘Sounds like the sort of place Ripley would join to impress people,’ Stanley said.

‘Maybe Camel Hair Coat Man is a member there as well,’ Dabs suggested.

Murphy nodded. ‘Anyone know if there’s anywhere near there we could park an OBO van, or surveillance car, to get a few pictures of George Ripley’s playing partners?’

There was silence and shaking heads.

‘I’ll scout it out first thing in the morning,’ the Colonel said.

‘I don’t need you all on duty Saturday or Sunday, and Monday is the May Day bank holiday, which reduces the pressure on us as no Securicor vans will be making cash deliveries to the banks during the long weekend.’

‘What about covering the wedding?’ the Colonel asked.

‘Is there anywhere on the grounds of the church we can use as a static OP?’ Kingston asked, knowing the Colonel had been to the church.

‘No, and it’s right by a country lane, so an OBO van would stick out like a sore thumb.’

Murphy looked at Kingston, who shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, ‘It’s up to you.’

‘Tennison will be going undercover at the wedding.’

Jane looked up, wide-eyed.

‘That could be a bit dangerous, Guv,’ Stanley remarked.

‘It’s a risk I’m prepared to take. We still haven’t identified the man in the camel hair coat and there may be other people attending who could be of interest. She’ll be able to take photographs of the guests and their cars without it looking suspicious.’

‘There’ll be a load of criminals there. If she’s nicked one of them before and he recognises her, it could blow the whole operation,’ the Colonel argued.

Jane wasn’t worried. ‘I last worked north of the river over four years ago, and never arrested anyone who I’d consider to be involved with the likes of the Ripley brothers. It doesn’t appear they’ve sussed who I am, and they’re expecting me to be there. Carl Winter invited me while I was working in the cafe.’

‘Well, that makes it all hunky-dory then,’ the Colonel said, clearly unconvinced.

Murphy looked at Jane. ‘Wear a wedding hat and keep the brim down, consider sunglasses if it’s a bright day. If at any time you feel your cover might be blown, pull out.’

‘If she leaves it will look suspicious,’ the Colonel said.