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Why didn't you tell me about that? You can't hide an addiction like that. What?

Mum, I am just trying to find out what happened to her. She died in an

accident. I think there's more to it. Did you pay to have her killed too? Did

she know too much?

I have business in France and I thought you might be interested in floating

around in the metro a bit.

Oh. Oh, shit.

I believe you've met my niece, Lena.

Anais. Now you've crossed the line. We're having this out now. Don't fucking

move!

You are under arrest for the production of Class A drugs.

Dicted Mallory.

Vernon Kincaid.

Impeccable homicide.

I might be able to help you after tonight.

Just be patient.

Oh my...

I'm going to roll you into the dark.

My cold desire to get a boom, boom, boom up your

heart. The danger is I'm dangerous and I might just

tear you apart.

Nothing, brother.

Uh-huh.

Sorry, what?

Mm-hmm.

Wait, where?

Okay, I'm coming.

Call Sarkoz and secure the scene.

Delaney, coming through.

Okay.

That was quick.

You're off again, are you?

Yeah, heading near south.

All right, any plans to clean up Anais' desk before you go?

Why? She's not using it.

Plus, I've discovered, to my enormous pleasure, that you're a neat freak,

Delaney. I leave a mess, and by the time I come back in the morning, you've

cleared it up, which is very satisfying for you and saves me a whole lot of

bother. Win-win.

Later.

It's with the moustache.

He thinks it makes him look friendlier.

Makes him look like he's about to start pro wrestling.

Is there some movement on the Staunton case?

Just press briefings and his team's looking at possible Invercargill links.

But nothing's changed, Simon. We're all staying out of it.

As instructed, boss.

So it looks like we've got a potential homicide.

Yeah. You up for it?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Although it could be an opportune time for Anais to come back to work. She

needs to be cleared for duty first. Then that would be my call, not yours.

Of course.

Just a thought.

It has been six weeks. Get out to the sandal, Annie.

Honor boss, how many times do I have to tell you? Daily reports mean daily

reports. Even if there's nothing to report, can you liaise with the task

force? Which is me.

If you don't go, it's all that. If you don't want anything, you don't need to.

EZGAS 5.

Hey!

Cody.

Good coffee, this.

Flew my 112.

It's not super hot, but... Thank you.

Didn't you go up to the south?

Yeah, I did. For a couple of months, but there's zero interesting detectives up

there. So I came back.

Okay. Well, you have come back to a still very busy detective.

Thank you for the coffee. Enjoy the lovely weather.

See ya.

See ya?

That sounds promising.

When? I mean, so you're like, adios, hakite.

Bye.

And then, like, there's a massive castle outside there.

Right, well, how big of a bush do you usually get?

Be careful what the piece is.

Even the ice is evidence.

It'd be good to have an ice bag.

I reckon it'd do her good too, having another homicide to work on.

Or another death anyway.

Good point. Never assume.

Well, murder's still a pretty safe bet.

Well, it looks like the freezer was running until recently, huh?

Yeah.

Eh?

Rude.

Did you put in a word about it?

Yeah, I tried.

I'm bloody sick of Kincaid's mess.

What, the one he's making of her desk or the murder investigation?

Both.

There's still no developments.

But, uh, at least the press have backed off a bit.

Yeah. Not even a wave.

Hey, Timor.

Okay, before you take another look?

If you must, not touching anything.

Not breathing.

Right.

Let's find out who she is.

What have we got so far?

Dad cut the padlock. He's consenting to elimination, Chris. Okay, good.

Body parts are off to the morgue. T-ball's done.

Hey, any model or serial number, whānau? The plates have been prized off. And the

freezer's old, so tying it to a purchase would be a miracle.

But the padlock and the hasp, they're new.

The welding looks home done.

Okay, thanks.

Whoever dumped that thing in the lake must have expected it to sink.

Yeah, makes sense.

Looks heavy.

And well sealed and insulated.

Air inside makes it buoyant.

Still, if you thought it would sink, you'd want to drop it in somewhere where

nobody would see.

Well, that could be anywhere.

Wakatipu does have currents, rivers that feed it. I can think of a spot if they

were hoping to lose it in the river.

We used to jump off there into the water when we were kids.

OK, well, after we finish up here, why don't I head off to the morgue while you

guys check out your possible jumping-off points?

Oh, shit.

Yeah, good day. I'm in Mallory Residence. How can I help you? Kylie.

Anais. Hey, good day.

How are you going? You all right?

Yeah, great. Good. Yeah, no, just, you know, house-sitting like a boss.

Your mum called to check up on me from Cairns last night.

Hey, I thought she was in Europe, not Australia.

Oh, yes, that would be Cannes in France.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Anyway, we had a good old chat. She, um, yeah, she seems pretty good, enjoying it

all.

Glad she's getting back to you.

Well, she's still not called you.

Oh, uh, no, she will.

Um, yeah.

Anyway, I, uh, I just thought I would call to check in, see how you're going,

and, um, yeah, I'll try to swing by later for a catch-up.

Good, yeah, no probs.

I will, um, catch you then. Have a good one.

Wait, you used to jump up here when you were kids?

Yeah, amongst other things.

Well, it's a good place to park up, eh?

Yeah.

What do you mean?

Ah, here we go.

Watch your step.

Check it out.

Fresh tyre tracks.

Someone's been here recently.

We're going to need a full canvas of all properties along approach roads.

Vehicle movements last night.

I think we're looking for a ute with a freezer on the tree.

What makes you think that?

Well, the tracks are too wide for any van. There's no secondary tracks for a

trailer, and he couldn't fit that thing in even the biggest SUV.

Oh, shh.

Giving Anais a run for her money, eh?

Doubt it.

OK.

Get T-Boys team up there.

Get full photo coverage and casts of the tyre tracks too, if you can.

Great work, Iona.

Doctor, what a burn.

visitor and i think you're over watering dr cooper's plants

hey eleni simon yeah

simon's fine how's it hanging uh good thanks you're getting further settled in

i see hey i thought you'd be autopsying the body by now the frozen remains oh no

i can't not for another uh couple of days

Need let all the bits thaw out naturally, or else the lady's

extremities can mummify.

The good news is, she's all there.

Oh, okay, great.

Hey, can we get a photo of her face as soon as possible?

And if anything shows up externally, it'd be a real help. Yeah, of course.

We'll snap away. Okay, thanks.

I think I'm killing these.

Ah, hard to kill a succulent. Not for me.

Hopefully E-Huckle will be in a forgiving mood when he gets back. I

mean, if he gets back.

But there's still people getting killed in mudslides and stuff over there.

Hey, do me a favour, Nathan.

Maybe don't say that around Anjali.

Nah, right, good idea.

Yeah. OK, I'll monitor your victim. I'll get some happy snaps to you as soon as I

can. OK, thank you.

Coffee!

There's a shit machine here. Have to remedy that.

Oh, I forgot. I think you're going to find she's been dead for around 15

years.

Really?

That's a big call, before I've done my thing.

Not so big a call. There was some frozen meat in there with her. I checked the

last use-by dates.

Your hat.

Thank you.

Fifteen years ago.

Yeah, it gives us a starting point until we can get more from the morgue.

approximate age gender and a face covered in ice crystals and no clothing

it's not a lot to go on no i've asked for the face as a priority i checked out

a nurse's progress by the way seems that she's ready to come back probably quite

keen too i imagine all right keep me updated on door knocking cameras missed

a bit it's coming up in a sec

i didn't get so lucky with the padlocks

All the hardware in town.

Sell tons of them. Wait to try?

Yeah. Here we go.

Ah. I'm the security camera.

Can't see the rejo or the driver, but it could be useful.

Yeah, the shape on the back could definitely be a freezer.

I wonder how many hundred white utes there are in this area.

And how many people went missing in Aotearoa 15 years ago.

I'll have a chat with missing persons, then chase up the casts of those tire

tracks while you guys start looking into white utes, eh? Okay. Come on, Jared.

Waka Kotahi database.

Hey, hey.

Hey, get up.

Get up, mate.

Hey, sweetheart. How's your morning been?

Yeah, pretty good. We just did a big hike up Mount Crichton. That was bloody

beautiful, wasn't it? Yeah, it was. Stunning.

Some great hunting up there, too.

Nice.

Oh, you keen on a bit of crossbow hunting?

Yeah, I can show you if you want. Yeah?

Yeah, I'll give it a go.

Yeah, it'd be awesome.

Yeah, if I can find some time.

Oh, yeah, Saturday afternoon, it's Ken and my wedding anniversary.

Everyone's invited, so we thought we'd have a bit of a shindig.

Can't be too late, though, you know, for Ken. We'll be there.

Oh, if we're not still busy.

If we're not still busy.

Can I bring Shel? Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.

There'll be plenty of food, knowing Sam.

Darling, I wonder if you might want to do a bit of a pop-up bar?

Should we tell them our news?

Yeah, go on, what's that?

Well, we just negotiated a majority share in Gintopia.

So now that we own our own distillery, we can make a proper party of it. Hey,

congrats. Well, I will take that as a universal yes, then. And don't worry, if

you don't show, we'll just take the leftovers into town, find some starving

backpackers to give them to. Yeah, there's plenty of those around.

All right, so I guess we've got a party to organise.

Yeah. All right, and let me know about the hunting site. I will, will do.

I got some info on the cast of the tyre tracks.

There's still a lot of life left in the trees and a couple of distinguishing

marks. Right.

So putting the vehicle at the cliff should be straightforward if we can find

it.

Also, missing persons have five unsolved cases from back there, three of which

are women, only one from this area in their proximate age.

Her name is Naomi Peterson.

Hi. I'll get these printed.

You'll get better shots in 24 hours.

But you said it was urgent and this is an improvement.

I asked if there was a scar on her lower left shin.

Dr. Wedderburn did check.

It's noted in the missing persons file as a distinguishing mark. She had a

compound fracture in her tans. Right.

Seven centimeter scar.

Surgical closure.

Thanks, Anjali.

I didn't want to take this to the family without being sure.

Right.

Looks like a positive idea on Naomi Peterson.

Yeah.

There you go.

Your turn to drive the limo.

Oh, like a real detective.

Fancy.

They're so awful.

My poor sister.

I'm really sorry to ask this, but do you have any photos of Naomi?

Yeah, we do.

Um... Me, Naomi, and Jolene.

We all met at church at a parish fundraiser.

Mum dragged me along.

She's quite the matchmaker.

He was so handsome.

Perfect for my sister.

She was 29 when she disappeared.

And just to clarify, she was your wife, and now the two of you are married, and

you're her twin sister?

Look, it was nine years later.

Naomi had been declared legally dead by then.

In the absence of a body.

Geraldine was a great comfort to both myself and my mother.

They became very close.

And this was her last known address?

Yes, we lived here.

I never moved after she disappeared. It's close to the lake and my practice.

I'm the local vet.

And your practice is a walk away?

No, I drive.

What kind of car?

An Audi.

So do you have any idea who did this?

We'll find out, Mrs. Peterson.

Thank you.

Don't worry.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I really should.

She is very upset.

Of course.

Mr. Peterson, it would be very useful for us if we could get a feel for the

place where Naomi lived. We haven't got a warrant, but if you don't mind us

looking around... Yes, yes, that's what you need to do.

Will you give us permission to do that?

Yes.

Pulling an Anais.

Yeah, I picked up a few trees.

We need to look for a gap in the white goods.

Right. You want to check out the garage?

What's that inside?

No, no.

The welding gear. Oh, that's for the boat and the trailer. There's always

something to do. I imagine.

I never had a boat myself.

Thank you, Sue. We'll be keeping you updated with any new developments.

Yes, and in the meantime, would you mind putting together a list of Naomi's

friends and acquaintances from around the time she disappeared?

Okay.

Yes, I'll try.

Great, thanks.

And please delay your fishing trip for a couple of days. We'll need to be in

touch. Of course.

What do you reckon?

Taritaifinwa? Yeah. See what births and death records can tell us about Naomi.

So, Donald applied to have her declared legally dead exactly seven years from

the date of her disappearance.

It is like the minimum time allowed.

Keen to move on.

She was even more keen to point out they married nine years after Naomi's

disappearance.

Nine makes it seem more respectable, I suppose.

I don't know.

It's so weird.

Marrying the sister.

Yeah, it's called a sorority union.

Um, well, Donald's a vet.

He'd be more than capable of dismembering a body.

Yeah, he doesn't own a youth, but he could definitely hire one. If he did,

we're pretty sure it's a Toyota late model.

All right, well, the tyres will help with that eventually.

And... We've sourced the marriage certificate for Donald and Naomi.

The address is different to the one he said he's always lived at.

Simon's going to try and locate the witnesses on the marriage certificate,

see what they can tell us about the happy couple.

We'll go check out the old address.

Nice. Sorry to disturb you, Dr Mertens. I need a favour.

Well, the last time you needed a favour, it was for an illicit investigation that

you were conducting, for which I believe you've been recently stood down.

Yes, I was made to take six weeks leave and attend counselling, but it was about

Maya Staunton's death.

Nothing else.

What brings you here this time?

You've done favours for my family before.

Maybe for the wrong reasons.

I'm hoping you might be willing to do one for me now.

For the right ones.

Oh, sweet.

Shame it's a little outside my budget.

What budget?

Well, you know, the time to start thinking about settling down budget.

Comes a time when every man's life... Wait a minute.

When did this gear change happen?

No, it's not a gear change.

Well, I don't know. This place isn't right.

No picket fence.

You want to settle down, you need a picket fence.

Officers.

Namaste. How can I help you?

It's a bequest to the Guardians.

That's us.

For a sustainable farming setup out past George Road.

Marion's been out lots of times, loves the work we do.

Right, and Marion is Donald Peterson's mum.

The vet, yeah.

She actually gifted us the house a couple of weeks back, along with some of

the contents, and we're fixing it all up.

You know, the higher the sale price, the more we can do in our guardianship of

the planet.

Right on, bro.

Right, so Marion's passed away.

Oh. No, no, no. She's not dead.

She's bought a unit in Carindale.

Seniors Villas. Yeah.

Left us the house, moved in there.

Said she wanted to do one good deed before she popped her clogs.

She's a bit of a character, Marianne.

Right, and how do Donald and his wife feel about you guys getting the house?

They've been really great.

Really helpful.

You know, they're pretty comfortable, so they don't exactly need the money.

They've moved all the old furniture out so we can get the place styled like on

TV. Do you mind if we check out the place?

Sure. Go ahead.

Um, do you mind if I ask what this is about?

It's a murder investigation.

Oh.

Well, okay. Yeah.

Expect away.

We will consider offers prior to auction.

Well, whack up a picket fence and I'll make you an offer.

Hey, um, who owns the ute?

Oh.

You know, I'm not sure. I didn't organize it, but, uh, I can ask.

Sweet. Yeah, thanks.

Nice pickup on the end.

Hey,

Simon, if you haven't identified those wedding guests yet, you might want to

try Donald Peterson's mum, Marion.

This is her house.

She now lives in a retirement village called Carindale.

I have a feeling I'm going to regret this.

Why the photocopies?

I'm not supposed to be on it.

It isn't my investigation.

This isn't just about Maya Staunton, is it?

It is about Maya.

But sometimes when you solve one thing, you get answers about another.

I know who killed my sister. What I don't know, what I need to know, is why.

And I am sure the answers are in here somewhere.

I'm just asking you for your insights, Doctor.

Doctor.

Retired.

Can you leave them with me for a few days?

Yes, yeah, I have copies.

I'm sure you do.

God's waiting room.

That's what this is.

Oh, it's a pretty nice set-up, though, Mrs Pearson.

Comfy. Boring.

Ernest Oldies.

Bridge and crochet.

Ah.

The sooner I die, the better.

Arthritis works wonders.

So go on, then. What's this all about?

Your son's previous wife.

Naomi?

She disappeared years ago.

Took off or murdered, for all we know.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Could have murdered her myself sometimes.

She was difficult.

Impossible.

Donald was well rid of her, if you ask me.

That's your husband?

Larry? Yes.

Oh, that's him in the urn, next to the photo with Revan.

He died a couple of years after Naomi took off.

How did he pass, if you don't mind me asking?

Heart attack.

God love him.

And now you've given everything to Riven.

No, to his community.

The Guardians.

Riven says, God may well save our souls, but it's up to us to save the planet.

Well, I gave up on God a long time ago, so the planet felt like a better bet.

How long have you been into the whole sustainability thing?

I'll tell you what.

I'll answer your questions once I've had a cuppa, and you have answered mine,

which is, what's this all about?

Well, there you are.

Hey, boss.

I've been calling you, leaving messages, no reply.

Oh, I was probably out of range.

You want a cuppa?

No, no, no. I'm all good. How you doing?

I'm fine.

I've been fine for weeks.

Yeah. Your counsellor said you seem better.

Particularly recently.

Okay.

So... So, we have decided that you're fit to return to duty.

Okay. Thank you.

But the Meyer Staunton case.

Same rules for you as everyone else.

We'll leave it to Kincaid. Clear? Clear.

Yeah, looks like they left another freezer.

What?

Empty. Like the house.

Far out.

Don't want to show up again, yeah?

Yeah, you really need to get a hold of that, you know?

Oh, you're telling me.

It's embarrassing.

My one weak point, you know?

Buzzy. Hey, what's yours do?

Check it out.

Model and serial number.

Okay, looks like we found where our freezer came from.

Get T-ball's team moving again and... No, no, I'm having a

lovely chat with Marion.

But if you could keep me up to date, that'd be great. Thanks. Thanks, Juana.

What freezer?

It was used in a crime.

We found it in your late husband's shed.

No, he didn't have a freezer in the shed Did he spend a lot of time out there?

Oh, yeah, woodworking and the like never let anyone in but What crime?

You said it was used in a crime We found Naomi's body in it, Mrs. Peterson

Oh, well Maybe he was chopping up

more than wood out there then

Have a Belgian biscuit.

What makes you think she was chopped up?

Well, how else would you put a body in a freezer?

It's quite a big one.

Yeah.

Now, Larry wouldn't have killed her, even though he didn't like her.

A bit of a softie was Larry.

God love him.

Why didn't he like her?

Well, because she was a harlot and put Donald through hell.

A harlot?

Was that a bit harsh?

Well, I saw what she was.

Geraldine was perfect for him.

But Naomi knew exactly what she was doing.

And she landed him.

Larry and I were most disappointed.

But it wasn't long.

Less than two years before she started an affair with Mickey Mouse.

Mike Mossman.

Everybody called him Mickey Mouse.

The gossip was that, um, Naomi...

wanted the affair to be more than just a fling and she was threatening to tell

his wife maybe mickey killed her just to shut her up

mike mossman was it yes he's a taxidermist and quite clearly

he doesn't just stuff cats a taxidermist oh she speaks

finally yeah well the taxidermist in your text kind of got my attention

And anyway, it looks like I'm going to be back on the job, so... You're

allowing yourself to be curious about my case.

Your case.

Got it.

Yeah, you know, if you're lucky, I could put in a good word for you.

Get you involved.

Ah, didn't realise I was talking to a big dog.

Hey, I'm heading out to Mickey's now. It's out your way. You want to ease back

into things?

I have Belgian biscuits.

You're not going to speed off again?

Well, only if you pull out a filleting knife or a banjo.

Hello? Police?

Hello?

Help you? Jesus!

Hello? Police?

We're looking for Mickey Mossman.

Why the hell would you be asking me about Naomi?

Hey, Aaron, look, make yourself useful. Go sort out the mount for Mrs Bassett's

ferret.

Are you idiots bringing up that nonsense in front of my son?

What nonsense would that be? The nonsense that that old witch Marion

thought I was having an affair with her daughter-in-law. Were you?

No.

She was looking for a little bit of strange on the wrong side of the tracks,

but she didn't get it with me.

Poor girl stuck with that wet dish rag Donald and his churchy hoity-toity

bloody family.

I guess in the end she still left him and his money and took off. She didn't

take off.

She was most likely killed and dismembered at the family home around

the time she disappeared.

If I was going to shag her, I wouldn't exactly do it at Marion's house, would

I? And if you were going to chop her up, it would be much easier right here.

I didn't have this place back then.

I worked from home.

You could check that.

Or Pollock, maybe.

This?

Yeah.

I think you have to use black light for these.

Like at the nightclubs.

Common misconception.

No light at all is best.

Aha.

Luminol doesn't lie.

Jeez, even after all this time, eh?

Must have been, like, lots of blood, eh?

I would say this is where your victim was dismembered and stored.

But... Is it where she was married and...

Okay. No, stay open. We'll be right there. Just wait.

So, Sarge, that ute back there, it was loaned to these guys for the cleanup.

It belongs to Donald Peterson.

It's registered to his business.

Right. I checked out the tyres.

Very new, no wear at all.

And so I called up a couple of the tyre places.

I got a hit.

He had a full new set put on first thing yesterday morning.

And it gets even better.

They said that the tyres were in good nick.

So they kept them.

Well, we'd better go check it out before it closes.

Well done. Sure.

He'd say, see this ridge along the cut?

It matches the indentation in the tread here on the tyre, where he drove over

something sharp.

Ah, the tyre.

Well done, Jared.

Have a Belgian biscuit from Marian Peterson, the victim's mother-in-law.

My favourite, yum.

So, we've got a match?

Yeah, it's definitely the youth that dumped the freezer.

So we should pick Donald up then? No, we know it was the vehicle, but we don't

know who was driving it yet. But...

He went and changed the tyres, which didn't need changing, so...

Circumstantial. Still doesn't prove that he dumped the freezer or killed Naomi.

Oh, Belgium.

Biscuits. We've got five possible suspects, boss. So far, Mr and Mrs

Peterson. Mike Mossman. He was bloody quick to deny his affair with Naomi and

very keen to make sure his son didn't hear the rest of our conversation.

I reckon it caused a family shit fight back in the day and now he's lying about

it. So who are the other two?

Larry and... Larry's dead.

Not when Naomi disappeared, he wasn't. His heart attack was two years after.

So Sarge, so Darry and... His wife, Marion.

She said they all hated her.

Yes. So what now then?

Talk to the removalists?

I just did. And they didn't move any freezers out of that place, so... First

thing tomorrow, we turn up the heat.

Well, yes, it's been six weeks, but I wouldn't say no progress.

We're following several lines of inquiry.

We also believe that the jailing of the victim's husband, Luke Staunton, on

unrelated drugs charges may well be related to Maya Staunton's death.

Mallory Residence?

Kylie, um, sorry I didn't make it over today. I'll try again tomorrow.

Ah, nah, no worries.

I've been flat-shat anyway, thanks to all your referrals.

I am currently ironing your boss's sheets.

Her sheets?

Who does that? Me.

For her.

Yeah, you think you know people.

Robbie used to get me to iron his jocks, bloody weirdo.

He rang me today, actually.

And? Yeah, he's buggered off back to Oz after a suspended sentence.

Well, that's good, right?

Oh, shit, yeah.

Good riddance.

Oh, okay. Cool. Well, um, I'll try again tomorrow.

Okay. Night. Oh, hey, um...

I just, um, um, uh, thanks, you

know, for everything.

I, um, I just... You're welcome.

Okay, catch ya.

So if the public do have any more information, please contact us via the

police website or via the 0800 number.

Hello?

He was in a hurry.

More visitors.

Namaste. This is Detective Delaney.

And this is Donald Peterson's car, yeah?

Yes. And the ute that he just took off in?

Oh, yeah. One of our team borrowed it to cut some stuff to the tip.

I did tell your constable yesterday.

Your Riven?

Mossman. Mossman?

Related to Michael Mossman?

Mickey, the taxidermist?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, he's my uncle.

Slayer of beasts and eater of meat, so we're not that close.

But is that what you wanted to talk to me about?

Is there somewhere we can talk?

Well, the bequest was a total surprise.

You know, my family and Marion's don't always get on.

She had a soft spot for me, though, ever since I was a kid.

Used to go fishing with Larry sometimes.

There was no pressure, then, about the bequests? No.

Coercion? No.

The gift was her idea.

I can show you our correspondence, if you like. Yeah, that'd be useful. Nice.

Okay. Well, we should get on with it. Oh, I do have some questions about your

family, if that's okay.

It depends on the questions.

Well, like most families, eh? You open the cupboard, skeletons fall out.

Is your Uncle Mike one of them?

Yeah. Yeah, Mike can be contentious.

I do have somewhat of a...

touchy question about what was supposed to be an affair with naomi peterson

years ago he denied it i suppose he did yeah yeah he's a liar too

this is peterson good morning do

you have some news no but uh we do have some questions uh my husband's working

on the list of friends that you asked for but if you have more questions about

naomi i'd prefer we meet Later on somewhere. Do you drive the Ute too?

Mrs. Peterson?

The one Donald forgot to tell us about?

Oh, I don't recall you asking about a work vehicle.

Do you recall him changing all four tires on it early Thursday morning?

No. Well, changing those tires wasn't the smartest thing to do.

Well, if he did it, then no. But look, I would really prefer not to talk about

this in front of other people. And we have matters that we need to urgently

attend to at our church. So, of course...

We're very happy to answer your questions, but they will have to wait.

Thank you.

We'll want to take a look at that correspondence as soon as possible.

Namaste.

Pate de canard.

I'll give it a go.

Hey. Hey, you're up. You can let yourself in, you know.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I, uh, just, uh, on my way to work.

What, you're back at work?

Yeah. Yep.

Um, hey, you know the friend I was telling you about who's looking for a

cleaner? She was just wondering if you could start this morning, if you're

free.

Oh, cool. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Awesome.

I haven't had a shower in my... I might be a bit whiffy, so if you just give me

the address, I can jump on a bus in ten.

Do you know what?

Mum's car is just sitting in the garage.

You might as well use it.

Seriously? Have you got your driver's licence?

Yes.

I have a truck licence as well. Oh.

Nice.

OK, well, I will text you the address.

No worries.

Hey, actually, can I ask you a favor?

Mm-hmm.

I'm looking for a gift for a friend.

If I text you a picture of something, can you see if I can source it locally?

Sure, no problems.

Thanks. Oh, hey, um, what's a canard?

Duck. Yeah, French for duck.

I'll just have some jam.

Yeah.

See ya.

Hey, Ruth.

Sorry, Detective.

You're back.

Yeah, I see we landed a homicide kit.

Yeah, yeah, we're working it now.

Suspect's left right in the centre.

Yeah, I've read the notes, but can you bring me up to speed?

What, me brief you?

Yeah. Uh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, absolutely, no worries.

Great.

Excuse me, I said that we could talk about this elsewhere later.

This is later.

And elsewhere.

You are intruding on our privacy at a very difficult time. You've been making

insinuations about me to my wife? We're investigating a murder, sir.

Your ute was involved. You changed the ties, right?

What's the matter if I change my tyres or not?

Oh, the old tyres were perfectly fine. We've actually got them.

We know the freezer containing your ex-wife's body came from your father's

shed. We also know it was taken from there recently on Wednesday morning.

We have footage of it.

On the back of a ute, the same make as yours.

Oh, and the tyres you switched out match perfectly with tracks that were found

next to where the freezer was dumped into the river.

So if you didn't drive that freezer to the river, then who did?

We can go down to the station and continue this conversation, or you can

answer my question right here. Not here.

Elsewhere.

We didn't kill her, darling.

But you did move the freezer.

What was the plan?

Sink it in the river?

Well, we thought it had sunk for good.

Obviously you knew what was in it.

How?

What... What happened?

We had arranged for the furniture to be taken away and we decided to take one

last look to see if we wanted anything.

Donald was always curious about his father's shed because he never let

anyone go in there.

So I found the key.

I took some fishing gear and a few garden tools.

Who opened the freezer?

We both did.

We, um... We thought that there might be some perishables inside, and so we...

Yeah, we opened it and... God, dear God.

We didn't know what to do.

I mean, after all the speculation, Naomi disappeared, and then us being married,

I mean, what was that going to look like?

We panicked.

Twice, in your case.

Stupid rush to change the ties. Of course they were going to find out.

But, yeah.

We panicked.

And we decided to get rid of it.

Of her?

I'll be charging you both with obstruction of justice and tampering

with human remains. You're to report to the station first thing tomorrow for

formal statements.

Bring your passports.

We will find out who killed your sister.

So if you've got anything more to tell us, now would be a really good time to

speak up.

We'll see you in the morning.

Don't be late.

So, why aren't we taking them in?

They're not going anywhere.

But I'll get a car to keep an eye on them, see if they're doing anything else

stupid. Nice.

Yeah, the whole we panicked line doesn't fly with me.

You know, they held it together enough to prise off the ID plate and paint a

skull and crossbones on the lid. Yeah, and get a padlock, clean up any prints,

weld on a hasp.

Time to go over what we have.

With Anais, she's back on deck.

Oh, the team's back? The team's back.

Yeah?

Yeah, um, yeah, so as I aforementioned, um, we're just waiting for her, the

victim, Naomi Peterson, to, um, thaw out so that Dr. Wedderburn can, um, complete

the autopsy.

Anais! Thank God.

It's really good to have you back.

It's great to be back.

Jared has just briefed me on where we're at.

Simon is the lead on this one. I'm just here to help.

So, Simon, one body, five suspects and a love triangle.

Any updates?

Must have been a pretty shoddy investigation back then. A missing

person and the body's been hidden at the house the whole time.

Well, Donald and Naomi had already moved into the house on the lake when she

disappeared.

The same one he's been in ever since.

With a twin sister.

That's corked.

Says here she packed a suitcase with most of her clothing, jewellery,

toiletries. All the evidence suggests she'd run away.

Maybe because she was planning to.

With Mickey Mouse.

Leaving Donald for Mickey, huh?

That's a good one.

Cena Crimes sent three more photos from the shed.

Tibor thinks these burn marks on the floor may have come from welding sparks.

Donald Peterson owns welding gear.

This is interesting, too.

A bit of Larry's woodturning.

With faint traces of blood and what they think could be a human hair.

It looks a bit like a murder weapon, though.

Well, not necessarily.

It says here it's a hard wood, so it'll be heavier than it looks.

It's already gone out for testing, but I'll ask.

It says here it was located under the workbench.

No real attempt to hide it.

Disorganised, impulsive, maybe. Yeah, maybe.

Okay, I'm going to go see how Dr. Witterburn's doing.

You guys... The Petersons?

No, we are going to let them stew for a bit.

You guys are on backgrounding.

Everything you can find out about Donald Peterson's parents.

Larry may be dead, but he is still a suspect.

Also, see what you can dig up on Mickey Mossman and his nephew, Riven.

Anais, you want to come with me to the morgue?

Yeah, sure. I've read your notes.

Afterwards, I wouldn't mind meeting some of your suspects, if that's all right?

Yeah, sure.

I requested the hair from the murder weapon for comparison, and my bet is

it'll be a match. I asked if the hair they found was red with a little bit of

light brown near the root.

Regraph. And bingo.

Tied hair, same as this lady.

So it seems like we have the murder weapon, then.

Yeah, I would have liked to have got a look at it before it was sent away.

The weight, the feel, it helps, you know.

Is it still too soon for an autopsy? She's not far off, thrown out nicely.

It's faster than we hoped, eh, Anjali?

Any ideas about what was used to cut her up?

Separation profile suggests long blade, but heavy, like a meat cleaver.

And you don't need internals to determine one element of the cause of

death.

Anjali?

Quite well you're ahead, eh?

Thanks, Anjali.

Okay, here we go.

There's a significant vertical fracture here.

And the split in the scalp, it's a result of a single, very forceful blow,

like, um... Oh, crash this dummy, please, Anjali.

Like, uh... Yeah, and if that didn't kill her, it sure as hell would have

knocked her out, and then she could have been, um, smothered, strangled,

whatever.

Whatever.

No signs of any other blows?

No. No, no other cutting except a few uneven strikes at points of separation

post-mortem.

But I won't know exactly how she died until I can get in there, check out her

lungs, larynx, brain. Okay. Well, T-Bull's going to let me know once he

has a match for the hair.

And you and Nancy Drew, you let me know if there's anything else you need.

Detective Mallory. Sorry. I know. You introduce yourself. I go blank.

Detective Mallory. Mallory, Mallory. Rhymes with salary. Got it. On file.

Okay. Okay.

Thanks. Thanks, Angela. And I'll send through that report, okay? Should be

good to break out the old scalpel soon.

Bye, Angelique.

Mary Peterson called the station to see if she's got something for us.

You can't beat a custard square.

It's a good old Southland recipe.

I, um... I use the spare egg whites for pavlovas.

Hot tip.

So, uh, we got a call saying you had something for us.

Yes, you're looking at them.

Sorry? The custard squares.

I made this lot for you and your co-workers.

I'll make the rest for the old crocs here. But I'm also guessing that you

might want to be talking about opportunity.

Opportunity? Bit of a murder mystery fan, are you, Marion? Oh, yes, I like a

good book.

Opportunity, motive, alibis.

Well, you're right. It's important for us to know what opportunities there were

for Naomi to have been killed there on the property. So you don't think she was

killed somewhere else? Most likely not, no.

Okay. Come on, Dolly.

Dolly the trolley.

My assistant.

The house was usually empty every other weekend.

I would go and stay with my friend Carleen in Arrowtown, and Larry would

usually take the opportunity to bugger off fishing.

Naomi would come and feed Benito for us, the cat, and look after the house.

Well, perhaps she and Mickey Mouse were at it there, and perhaps Mickey

did kill her there because she was threatening to tell.

I mean, how would I know?

But, yes, there would have been opportunity.

Oh, I hope you enjoy the custard squares.

This is awesome.

I love this flaky pastry stuff.

So why are you so sure she was killed at the house?

It doesn't work for me that whoever did it brought the weapon from somewhere

else and ditched it there.

I think it all happened at once.

Blow to the head.

Dump the weapon, finish the job if needed, then dismember her and into the

freezer she goes.

Was Marion convinced it was Mickey?

That's her go-to. Yeah, he killed her to stop her from blabbing to his wife. But

according to Riven Mossman, Mickey's wife already knew about his affair with

Naomi. Riven's not actually Riven, by the way. He was born Roger.

Backgrounding, Roger has a couple of juvie sheets.

One for assault and one for public disturbance.

Riven, Roger is still...

Pissed off about his uncle and Naomi.

Well, maybe Marion's late husband Larry was too.

I mean, staunch Catholic family.

Be humiliating, Donald, being portrayed like that.

We checked out Larry's history as well.

He's got no police record.

Well, maybe he caught Mickey and Naomi at the house and just lost the plot.

Or maybe Mickey Mouse did kill her.

Yeah, maybe.

He's got two convictions for drunken disorderly. And he had an order taken

out on him from his wife.

Righto, so we're going through all this nonsense again, are we? You've been

talking to my, uh, greeny vegan prick of a nephew, have you?

We did a background check. Yeah, well, I'll do a background check on him, too,

because he was a nasty little bugger when he was a kid. And we have checked.

We know.

I'm not drinking anymore.

But you were, back then.

That protection order was bullshit. My wife withdrew it.

So why did you lie to us about your affair with Naomi? Because I didn't want

the whole thing to be dredged up again.

I want to retire at some point, and I want to do it in peace.

I didn't kill her.

If you want to know, I was nuts about it.

But, you know, it never would have worked.

They were respectable.

Money in the bank kind of family, whereas Murlock could barely afford the

cheap seats.

When did it start, the affair?

Not for years.

He was so wrong for her. Guys like that, they just get everything.

In the end, I guess it still wasn't enough for her.

I was gutted when she disappeared.

I just want a quiet life now.

You've called Kylie, um, obviously.

I'm busy, so leave a message.

Kylie, um, I've been trying to reach you. Can you just give me a call back

when you get this, please?

Okay, yep.

Call me, please.

Thank you. Bye.

Kylie! Do you still not have my name in your phone?

Oh, no, I do. I'm just, um... How'd you go with Mickey?

We may have six suspects.

I think we... Oh, wow.

This is a good one.

Oh, shit!

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just, um... I want to go over the old missing persons file

again with you. I feel like I'm overlooking something.

Yep. Uh, but not here.

Kincaid's back has commandeered my desk again.

How about we check out Sam and Lena's new business?

Okay. Yes, I'll grab the file and meet you there.

Okay.

Cody, Jesus.

You shouldn't have such a distinctive car.

Can you not take no for an answer? I am busy.

Whoa, whoa.

I wasn't looking for an answer.

I was already here. I just had a drink.

If you want, I can sew back on the head you just bit off and buy you a drink

too. I'm here for work.

Okay. Well, in that case, I'll leave you to it and fade into the sunset.

Cody.

I'm sorry. I'm very tense at the moment.

Maybe you should have that drink after all.

It's a bit of work and pleasure.

Take it easy on yourself, Inez.

Cody, if I did want to see you, which I might, I would be the one

to tap you on the shoulder, okay?

Copy that.

Hey, tap away.

Anytime. My number's still the same.

Hey. Hey, I have the file you asked for.

What is it we need to talk about?

Two sparkling waters.

Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

I hear you're back at work, Anais.

Yeah, yeah, just started.

Good for you.

Well, you know where the bar is if you fancy something stronger.

I'm heading to Auntie Sharon's to organise the pop-up for the party. Nice.

See you guys there, I hope.

So, the correspondence about the deed of gift checks out.

Yeah. Marianne initiated the sale of the house.

Riven Mossman has no personal stake in the bequest, so...

Sorry.

So, Riven is still on the list, but not high.

Right. But there is just something...

about the statements in the missing persons file that's been niggling at me

alibis okay so if we talk about the day naomi disappeared when marion was in

arrowtown staying with her friend donald's on call but at home gardening

geraldine's in christchurch overnight seeing a play and larry's gone fishing

as usual and marion's away so all of them are alone all without alibis yeah

so

Naomi could have met Mickey at the house.

Something went wrong, emotions ran high. Yeah, maybe.

Or someone is lying.

This missing persons report, maybe what's niggling at you isn't to do with

the information that's in it, but where the information came from.

In here, most of the day-to-day observations about Naomi come from

Marion and Geraldine.

Marion talks about...

Geraldine being a comfort, we noticing things.

I think you should get that formal statement from the Petersons and lean on

them hard.

Maybe with a religious spin. If there is church going as they say they are, you

can use it.

Use their religion?

Yeah. Then maybe we can eliminate one suspect, possibly two.

But I think you're right to let them stew for now.

There's enough kai here to feed half of Queenstown. Yeah, I think that's the

idea. Sam's a closet philanthropist. He's just gorgeous.

Oh, wow. This is awesome.

Hi, Lena.

This is Lena's invention.

Doesn't it look amazing?

I'll get us a drink, Bid. Yeah, thanks.

Want it? No, I'm good.

How's she been? She been all good? Yeah, yeah. A bit edgy, but...

She's definitely coming back to herself, I reckon.

Hey, Shelby, how are you? Yeah, Naya, some great days.

Well, she'll be better after one of these.

All right, everyone, let's ho in, hey?

Hi.

Sorry about before at your bar. I was in the middle of work stuff.

It's just fine.

How have you been?

I know it's been a weird time with Maya's investigation not progressing.

I'm okay.

Yeah. I just want to be able to move on, you know?

Yes. We've all been feeling that too.

I'm sorry I've been AWOL since the funeral.

You're allowed to be angry and upset as well.

She was your friend too.

You sure you don't want a cup? No, no. I'm good. Thank you.

Thanks. Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh, that pork smells delicious.

All right, there you go.

Here you go, babe.

Thank you.

Wow, amazing.

Enjoy. Simon?

Yes, please.

All right, so some big pig for the big pig, eh?

Hey.

Sam's quite the hunter. He got this one himself on the weekend.

Yeah, with the crossbow.

You know, it's more sporting than a rifle, you know. It's fairer. Oh, a

knife and a couple of dogs is fairer still.

Yeah, that'd be the way to go if I had the dogs.

So, how's it all going? Any developments on the case?

Oh, it's only been a couple of days, eh, so... No, I mean, uh, Meyer's case.

You make Kincaid's investigation?

Oh, he's a jerk. We're not really, uh, party to it. Avenues of investigation

are still being followed and all that.

Yeah, I saw the latest press conference.

Sharon said he's up and down Invercargill like a near-born yo-yo. An

expensive one, eh, Sharon?

Very. Hey, um, I might check on Ken.

Look, I don't mean to hassle. It's just... Amaya was a friend, so... Is

there anything we can do to help?

Maybe pitch in for a reward or something?

Appreciate it, but we don't do that sort of thing through private channels.

Protocols.

That tastes as good as it looks, Jared.

Yeah. Good.

Hey, thanks, Jared.

Salad.

Darling, you asleep?

Pretending.

I heard the door.

Would you be like getting up and coming out and cutting the cake with me? Oh,

sorry, love.

I've exhausted myself from greeting everybody.

But you go.

Enjoy yourself.

I'm fine.

Just dozing.

Okay, sweetheart.

Love you.

You've called Kylie, obviously.

I'm busy, so leave a message.

Yeah, Kylie, I've been trying to reach you all day. Just call me back when you

get this, please. Ideally before it's tomorrow.

Thank you.

When we spoke yesterday, your wife said you both opened the freezer. What does

that mean, exactly?

There were items piled on top, so we had to move them to open it. But who

actually opened it?

I honestly can't remember.

You and your husband opened it together?

Yes. Whose idea was it to open it?

I think it was mine.

And when it was opened, what happened?

What did your wife do? Did she scream?

I don't think she did.

Geraldine's not really the screaming type.

It was gruesome. I don't even want to think about it, let alone describe it.

Was Donald happy about opening it? Why are you asking me that?

What do you think?

Did it strike you as odd that your wife didn't scream?

Why didn't she?

Because it's a question you've been asking yourself before God.

And God does know the truth here, Geraldine.

He was...

Maybe reluctant.

Reluctant. Maybe like he didn't want to open it. Or maybe he knew what was in

it. Could it be that she knew what was inside?

Because she killed it?

Oh, dear God.

I think you can forget about them as suspects.

He thinks she did it, and she thinks he did.

Which probably means neither of them did it right.

Yeah.

Okay, so if we eliminate Donald and Geraldine Peterson, that leaves us with

Riven as an outside chance.

Then Mickey Mouse, Larry, the dead man, and Marion. So I want to bring them in.

Not the dead man, obviously.

To go over it all again, see if anything shakes loose.

Hey, you've called Kylie.

Obviously.

I'm busy.

Simon, the murder weapon?

Yeah, we figure it might have been something from Larry practicing his

woodturning. No, no, no, I don't think it's a practice piece.

This is the finished article.

It's a rolling pin.

What? Well, it doesn't look like a rolling pin. It's what's called a French

pin. It's tapered at the ends for increased pressure in the middle.

Nice, even, flaky pastry.

This is awesome.

I love this flaky pastry stuff.

Bloody hell, we can narrow it down right now.

Marion, she was baking when we went back to talk to her yesterday.

She was starting on a second batch of slices.

Can't beat a custard square.

It's a good old Southland recipe.

And she was using a rolling pin.

A standard one.

But it seemed like she would have preferred something else.

Yeah, and if Larry did make the pin, he would have made it for her.

Oh, you needn't have brought that back. Yeah, it's just one of those plastic

picnicky things.

We wanted to have a chat anyway.

Oh, so how did you enjoy the custard squares?

Mmm, delicious.

Nice, silky custard.

Great pastry, too.

Crisp, delicate.

Even with a standard rolling pin.

Oh, that's good.

I'm glad you enjoyed them. Now, why don't you go and sit down, and I'll pour

us all some tea. We're fine.

Thanks. Well, I'm going to have a cup, so go on, and I'll get it myself with

Dolly's help.

Um, Carlene, that friend of mine in Arrowtown I was telling you about, I

once said to her, I'll never understand this whole glass ceiling thing people

talk about, but, you know, I think I do now.

It's all about how people are seen, isn't it? Like you.

So clever.

It's hard to believe you're as young as you are.

Perhaps it's an advantage to be a young woman in your job. You can just sneak

past people, catch them unawares.

So...

Where would you like me to start?

How about the beginning?

Well, that would be when Donald met both Geraldine and Naomi at church.

Naomi had a bit more spark.

I knew Larry wouldn't do anything, but I saw exactly what Naomi was.

That spark of hers was dangerous.

Geraldine and I had been close for a number of years.

And Naomi disappeared?

Yes.

Well, she'd been carrying on with Mickey Mouse for at least 18 months by then.

Did Donald know?

I think he had an idea, but he was too weak to do anything about it, so someone

had to.

So how did you get her to come to the house?

Oh, she didn't need any persuading. They'd been using the house every

weekend we were away.

So Mickey, was the bridge too far?

Yes.

locked the door, and I didn't answer it.

So, after he left, I finished the job and took her to the

shed.

Did Geraldine help you?

No.

You leave her alone.

She had nothing to do with this. She had no idea what I'd done. Still doesn't.

I needed her to be there for Donald.

He should have chosen her to start with.

then you could have avoided all this trouble.

What about Larry? He could have gone into that freezer at any time. I wasn't

going to use the freezer in the house, was I?

That would have been unhygienic.

So I told him.

I think the upset and worry eventually caused his final heart attack.

When you gave the house to the guardians, why didn't you get rid of the

evidence? It was 15 odd years.

I'd forgotten about the whole thing, to tell you the truth.

Thank you for explaining all of this to us, Marianne. You will have to do it all

again in a formal setting, I'm afraid, because I'm placing you under arrest.

I will be charging you with the murder of Naomi Peterson. That's nonsense, no.

I won't be going to jail.

I'm too old and decrepit to be bothered with that, like I told you.

The sooner I die, the better.

It's okay, Marion. You're going to be okay. We're going to get you to

hospital.

It was lucky she was unconscious by the time they got her to the hospital,

otherwise I reckon she would have refused the stomach pump.

I mean, we were sitting there like, thinking, this is a done deal.

Meanwhile, she is sneakily using her confession to give the strychnine time

to her.

Well done, Simon.

Notch on your own belt, huh? We all worked together, and the nurse was

great. Good result, though. Yeah.

Well within six weeks.

You say it's uncomfortable.

Uh, no, just said that her alibi was piss-weak.

A perp.

But she confessed anyway, so, uh, yeah.

Job done, team.

Yes.

Angela, you can probably head off.

No pun intended.

Don't seem to be any new customers for now.

They're not customers.

Or clients, or... They're people with names, with families, with... With

people who love them.

Okay, yeah, I get that. I'm just... Monarchy. Do you know what that is?

It means we care for them, we speak for them, we listen to what they tell us.

It's an intimate conversation.

Hey.

Bad time?

Kinda, I think, but I'm here.

Do you need something?

I need to ask you if there's a test that can be done.

I thought you were going to do something.

I'm not talking to you, young lady.

What's going on?

I'll leave it to you to tell your son the whole story, Marion.

What you did to Naomi.

What's she talking about, Mother?

Mum? And the things you haven't confessed.

Whatever did happen to your husband?

Larry, all those crumbs.

My almond cake.

Was it good? What else tastes of almonds?

Don't be ridiculous.

Did you know human ashes can be tested for cyanide?

Even after years.

We'll be in touch.

Here you go.

Botanical, distilled on the premises.

You'll love it. Thanks.

Nice place.

Cheers. Yeah, we just took it over.

We've got big plans.

Oh, cool.

Very cool.

Nice. Hi.

Cody, this is me tapping you on the shoulder.

Do you feel like a drink?

Yeah, yeah, it sounds great.

You mean now, because I'm actually at Gyntopia if you want to... No, no, no, I

was thinking the weekend.

I'll call you.

I would like that.

You take care.

Not dead.

Good on you.

Gift for a friend.

You can't be in here.

No shit.

See, I lost my phone, which, in my defence, not hard to do in your mum's

massive fucking house. You know there are five toilets in that joint? Five.

Anyway, when I finally found it, there are heaps of missed calls from you, so I

think there must be something urgent, and I'll rush over here. Kylie, you need

to leave.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Here's an idea.

Maybe lock your bloody door.

I did.

I did.

Hey, what the fuck is going on?