Latto looked round. Crocker had given Martinez gun to Max so all three of them had guns. It looked hopeless. "Wait a minute," said Latto, quickly trying to think of something to stop Crocker. "I think you should know that CD wasn't really the only copy I made of the book." Crocker laughed. "Too late, Dr Latto. Too late. I believed you the first time. You already know how dangerous I can be. I don't believe you kept another copy.' He laughed again then looked round at the three of them. "I just want to sort out this problem and forget about you. Ray, Max, you know what to do. I don't mind where the police find their bodies. It's probably best to throw them in the sea when you've killed them. It'll make life a bit more difficult for the police scientists. Throw that recorder in the sea too." Latto looked at Martinez, hoping that he would say something. But Martinez was just looking straight at Crocker, his face dark and angry. Latto tried again. "Look, Crocker, I'm sure you don't have to"Shut up!' Crocker's voice was angry. "Kill them," he said to Max and Molinaro. He picked up the bag with the money in. Putting his gun in his pocket, he started to walk away from the group up the hill, and out of the open-air theatre. He had only taken a few steps when a voice shouted, Drop your guns and don't move!