Yes

Tarquin answers the door. He's Brenda and Arnold Barker's 18 year old son. Quite well built with short blonde hair. Been in trouble before but only small things, he hangs around with bad influences.

Are your mum and dad home?

Err, Dad's upstairs what's the problem officer? he answers nervously

Been reports of disturbances late at night. Can you get your dad please Tarquin?

Tarquin heads up the stairs to fetch his father. You wander into the living room. A large bright room with a couple of couches and armchairs. Far more chairs than the amount of people that live here.

Arnold then comes wandering down the stairs followed by his son.

What seems to be the matter officer?

We've had reports of disturbances Mr Barker. Would you know anything about those?

No, sorry. He shakes his head as well. I'm afraid I'm at work all week in London, I've not long been back home, only an hour or so.

I noticed the CCTV cameras on your wall outside. Would you mind me taking a look at the footage, assuming they're not fake?

Mr Barker looks shocked and slightly offended. No they're not fake, of course the footage is downloaded onto our computer in the office.

Probably nothing on them, I wouldn't bother Tarquin chirps up.

You both look at him. Now you know there's something on the footage.

Mr Barker leads you to his office as you hear another car pull up on the drive.

Mrs Barker I assume?

No, it's my father. We're off to play golf later. Arnold replies

Mr Barker leads you to the computer and logs you in and shows where the footage is.

Tarquin continues to nervously hang around as you hear his grandad arrive.

You then start to look over the footage.