The truck swerved across to the fast lane and hit the barriers of the central reservation at approximately 110 kilometres per hour. The impact sent the driver through the windscreen, dislodged a load of steel rods, wooden planking and metal tubing, which shot over the cab roof and flew into the fast lane of the oncoming traffic. The driver of the truck cleared the central reservation and the fast lane and came to rest by the crash barrier on the hard shoulder. The Range Rover was hit by two steel rods thirty metres beyond where the truck had hit the barriers. The first went through the windscreen, speared the driver through the chest and continued through the front seat, the rear seat and the floor of the vehicle, missing the fuel tank by millimetres. The second rod went through the rear window and into the boot. This rod seems to have ripped open the suitcase, exposing the money. The driver of the Range Rover died on impact, lost control of the vehicle, which must have hit some of the truck's shed load, giving the car sufficient lift so that it cleared the crash barriers, smashed through the pine trees and disappeared down the bank, into the fields.

'If that steel rod hit him with a combined velocity of 250 kilometres per hour,' said the medico forense, 'I'd be surprised if there was anything left of him.'

'What is left is not a pretty sight,' said the Guardia Civil.

'I'll take a look,' said the medico forense, 'then you can start cutting him out of there.'

Felipe and Jorge completed their initial inspection of the scene and took their photographs. They joined Falcon while the medico forense finished his work.

'What the fuck are we doing here?' asked Felipe, yawning wider than a dog. 'It's not murder.'

'He's Russian mafia and there's a lot of money here,' said Falcon. 'Any evidence we gather might be usable in a future conviction. Fingerprints on the money and suitcase, mobile phone, address book; there might be a laptop in there…'