‘Morning, Jane. Sorry to bother you so early.’

‘It’s six o’clock, Lloyd. What do you want?’ she yawned.

‘You should moan. I’ve been up all night working on the bleach bottle. Thomas Durham’s prints weren’t on it.’

‘He must have wiped them off, then,’ she said. ‘Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Durham’s in a coma so I can’t question him. I’ll call you back when I get to work.’

‘God, you are crabby in the morning. Hear me out, will you?’

‘All right, I’m listening,’ she yawned.

‘I found two prints on the bottle, which didn’t match any of the ones I took from Durham’s house.’

‘They’re probably the cleaner’s then.’

‘For Christ’s sake, let me finish! I asked the fingerprint bureau to check them against criminal records. They just rang me with a result.’

‘Whose were they?’

‘Lee Holland’s. I thought I best let you know ASAP in case Holland tries to do a runner.’

Jane swung her feet out of bed and perched on the edge. ‘My God, the two of them were involved in Becky’s murder.’

‘It looks that way. Durham might have committed the murder and got Holland to help him clear up the mess.’

‘What’s Holland’s previous?’ Jane asked.

‘He’s got a conviction for Actual Bodily Harm in 1972. He broke a bloke’s nose after he drove into the back of Holland’s car.’

‘Can you ring Stanley while I get dressed. Tell him I’ll be in the incident room in half an hour.’

*

Stanley, Jane and Boon parked up a street away from Lee Holland’s house, along with four uniformed officers in a marked police van. Stanley told two of the officers to cover the back of the premises and two to join him.

‘Boony, you can have the pleasure of nicking Holland,’ Stanley told him.

‘Thanks, guv,’ Boon said.

‘How is your leg this morning?’ Jane asked.

‘Still sore, but it hasn’t affected my ability to kick a door in if I have to,’ Boon said.

‘Good, because I don’t intend to announce our arrival,’ Stanley said.

Once the uniformed officers radioed that they were around the back, Boon ran at the door, jumped in the air and kicked it open. Lee Holland was in the hallway tying a luggage label to a large suitcase. He casually slipped the tag into his jacket pocket.

‘Going anywhere nice, Lee?’ Stanley asked him.

‘No. I’m taking a load of old clothes to the charity shop,’ Lee said nervously.

‘Bit early for that, isn’t it?’ Stanley remarked. He nodded to Boon.

‘Lee Holland, I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Rebecca Rogers. You do not have to say anything unless you wish to do so, but what you say may be given in evidence,’ Boon said as he handcuffed Lee.