Three... altogether.

Christ. It’s like you’re in Guantanamo. You’ve got... is that sick in your hair?

Probably.... Where?

Well, I'll take the lead on this, shall I?

Lucy Phelps, 38 years old, reporting a missing husband.

She's a lawyer and time waster, but she's a pal of the chief superintendent so... Ready?

It's still there by the way.

Look, I know how this works. It's too soon.

He's probably gone off somewhere and forgotten to tell me... Come back tomorrw, blah, blah, blah.

Jamie... Something's happened. He never behaves like this.

He's obsessed with his phone. He always has it charged, he never turns it off.

And his businesses. He simply wouldn't just...

Mrs. Phelps...

Ms, it's Ms. Phelps.

Ms. Phelps, I appreciate you're very worried. I'm sure you...

I'm afraid you're not....

It's simply not the way we work. If we spent all our time looking for wayward husbands...

He's not wayward. You're not listening.

The vast majority of cases like this end in...

Nothing. I know. This is not one of those cases.

Why don't you tell us what's happened?

Thank you. Jamie left work this morning at eight o'clock, as usual.

He took our son Pip to nursery, as usual, and went to work.

He has an office down on the seafront, he's an accountant. He set it up two years ago.

According to his PA he ran in at quarter to nine, took something from his office and then left again.

I've tried calling. His phone goes straight to voicemail.

He had three meetings this morning with important clients and he's blown them off.

He's not at home, he's not at work, his friends haven't seen him.

I've tried calling hospitals.

I know what you think and I'm trying not to panic, but I am concerned.

How old's your son, Ms. Phelps?

He's four. He goes to Saint Saviour's on Bridge Street.

And how are things at home between the two of you?

Fine. Good.

I'm trying to think if there's anything last night.

Pip was just... we had fish pie, put Pip to bed, watched an episode of The Crown, and then fell asleep in front of Question Time.

Jamie had a bit of work, sent a couple of emails, but that's normal.

He made us all porridge in the morning.

Can you remember the last thing he said to you this morning?

"What shall we have for tea?" I think.

Four's a fun age. Is Pip your only child?

Yes, we planned on having more, but, look, I've written down all of Jamie's movements that I know about.

Here's his car registration and the name and the contact details of Juliet, his PA.

Any money troubles we should know about? Starting your own business is quite an undertaking.

No, genuinely nothing. Everything's been going amazingly.

He's found this new niche being an accountant for people in the media - comedians, news anchors, celebrity chefs, that kind of thing.

He's discreet. People like him, recommend him to each other.

Here he is. "Specialist accountant to the media industry." He's hot, probably having an affair.

Why d'you think she's wearing gym gear? Is she not supposed to be at work?

She's posh, isn't she?

Ms. Phelps!

Pip's gone. I just called the nursery to check. Jamie never dropped him off.