Vera

There she is.

Ma'am.

Welcome to Denford Hill.

I know, the stench is something else.

It's this way.

It's the methane.

- Aye. - Me and Kenny reckon

this must be the biggest landfill in the north.

No, the second biggest.

Brigwell Quarry's got a good 50 acres on this.

Right, take me through it.

Unidentified female.

Mid to late 20s.

Multiple stab wounds.

Who found her?

Excavation driver.

He turned up for a six o'clock shift

and then he saw her body in the pit.

This is their first day back.

Back, from where?

Refuge workers were on a 48 hour strike ma'am.

Lucky for us, otherwise she'd be under

10 feet of rubbish by now.

Right.

Kenny.

That pathologist, tell me it's not who I think it is.

Yes, Malcolm Donahue.

Transferred back here last week.

That's all I need.

Okay.

DCI Stanhope I hope you weren't thinking of

coming any closer.

Oh, I wouldn't dare pet.

I know how prickly you get about boundaries.

Well they're there for a reason.

And it's good to see you too Malcolm.

I count five, maybe six puncture wounds

to her abdomen and chest.

Any idea about weapon?

Something sharp I would imagine.

And no ID on her.

Nothing.

Well, we did find this in her pocket.

Looks like a receipt.

Other than that there's nothing to tell us

who this girl is right now.

Well this should help.

What about time of death?

Recent.

I'd say the last 12 hours.

Right.

Not much sign of blood splatter.

Look I'm just saying, probably killed somewhere else.

Body was brought here post mortem.

Try and do this quick Malcolm.

I don't want her lying there any longer than she has to.

Kenny!

Till receipt, 69.99, couple of days old.

- Mm hmm. - Find the shop.

Yes ma'am.

Now Malcolm reckons she was brought here

sometime last night.

Now if there was a strike, she didn't come in a bin lorry.

Then her killer brought her.

Well you're on fire this morning Aiden.

What's his name?

A Peter Lyle, ma'am.

Mr. Lyle.

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm DCI Vera Stanhope.

That girl, was she really murdered.

We don't know yet love.

But I do need to ask you about access to the site.

Well there's only one way in, through the main gates.

But if there was a strike the gates would be locked, hmm.

Ah, suppose.

So if someone wanted to sneak in how'd they go about that.

Old access road for the steelworks.

Fly-tippers use it sometimes.

And that from the road to here, that's what, 200 yards.

Maybe less.

Thanks love.

Kenny.

Receipt.

It was issued by Naseem Phones.

It's a place in Whitley Bay ma'am.

Yeah.

Okay, Jac.

I want you to stay here until forensics are finished

and get someone to take care of Mr. Lyle.

- Right. - Now Kenny,

there's an old access road down here.

Get some uniforms and check it out.

Will do.

Right come on.

Let's find out who our victim is.

Yeah, I remember her now.

She was here a couple of days ago.

She give her name?

No, just bought a phone.

Did she use a card?

Well it's cash according to the receipt.

Where's she going?

Oh right, yeah, she didn't have enough.

Went to get more money.

How long was she gone?

Not long.

So where's the nearest cash-point?

Just round the corner, two minutes.

Thanks love.

ATM provider says at the time the phone was bought

there's only one withdrawal.

Card was registered to a Joanne Caswell.

26 years old.

Did you get an address?

House in Jesmond.

Belongs to her parents, Graham and Ava Caswell.

We go through this every time we come round!

No but, I want you to go home.

Oh here we go again, here we...

Oh get out!

- This is my house... - Get out!

Mrs. Caswell?

Yes.

DCI Vera Stanhope and this is DS Healy.

Can we come in love?

This is a mistake.

It can't be Joanne.

Yeah of course it's a mistake.

Some other poor girl.

When did you last speak to her?

I called her last night.

I mean I left a message.

She didn't pick up.

Ma'am.

Mrs. Caswell, is this your daughter Joanne.

Yes.

I am so very sorry love.

Oh my God.

When did you last see her?

I had dinner with her on Sunday.

You hadn't seen her since Sunday?

No.

During the week Joanne stays in the city

with her girlfriend.

What's her girlfriend's name?

Melanie Kirk.

Her flat's closer to Joanne's work.

It's an easier commute.

That's where you need to start looking.

That bloody job of hers.

What is her job?

She's a forensic psychologist.

Trainee with the prison service.

Right, so you saw her on Sunday

and how did she seem, was she all right.

She seemed fine.

Actually I'm not sure if she was fine or not.

Graham and I separated recently.

He moved out of the house last month.

What's that got to do with anything?

Just trying to explain that I wasn't paying attention

to Joanne lately.

And when did you last see your daughter, Mr. Caswell?

Well it wouldn't have been on Sunday

if you've moved out.

No it wasn't.

I saw her yesterday, as it happens.

We had lunch together.

And where was that?

At the Lorsica.

In town.

What time was that?

Finished up around three o'clock.

Joanne had to get back to work.

And how did she seem?

She seemed fine.

Just.

Just normal.

And how was her relationship with her dad?

All right was it.

Lately not great.

Graham has found himself a new girlfriend.

Younger is she?

Well he didn't choose those trainers himself pet.

Still.

Things can't have been so bad

if they were meeting for lunch.

Joanne Caswell, aged 26.

She's a trainee criminal psychologist

with Her Majesty's Prison Service.

Now there's no obvious motive here.

A young woman, good job, girlfriend.

Parents are separating but, apart from that,

home life is stable.

So how does a lass like that end up dead

and dumped in a landfill, hmm.

So background.

Mark, emails, phone records, social media,