My other half, Adriana, reckons the three fugitives are long gone and have been for some time.
That there isn't any proof they did the police shooting, that Lanatta went to his ex-mil, that they went to the fruit shop and the butchers and that they escaped on that Sunday at all.
The whole charade has been a cunning plot to put authorities off the scent.
According to her, they were whisked away faster than a rat up a drainpipe, now have new identities, are protected, yet under a vow of silence.