Truth or Die. Katerina Diamond

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СКАЧАТЬ her coat and went outside to wait for the DCC to show up.

      Just being outside made Imogen want a cigarette, but she hadn’t had one since about three days after New Year’s Eve. One more week and she would have gone two whole months without one.

      A car she didn’t recognise pulled into the forecourt and a man she wasn’t familiar with got out. She wrapped her coat around her and walked towards him, the wind whipping her hair into an unruly mess.

      ‘DCC Sneddon?’ she called out.

      ‘Yes, how did you know?’ He was tall with sandy blond hair and a stern face, but she liked to imagine he didn’t look unreasonable.

      ‘You just look like PSD.’

      ‘I’ll pretend that’s a compliment.’ He held his hand out and she took it; he had a firm shake, confident, that of someone in a position of authority.

      ‘I’m DS Imogen Grey. The DCI has asked me to take you through to see her.’

      ‘Do you know the accused?’ he said sombrely.

      ‘I do. He’s my partner.’

      ‘I’m guessing you believe him.’

      ‘Correct.’

      ‘OK, let’s get this show on the road,’ he said in an apologetic voice.

      This at least gave her hope that he wasn’t just out to nail someone. She hated her job sometimes.

       Chapter Ten

      Being on this side of the interview table was no fun. Adrian waited patiently for DCC Trevor Sneddon to start asking questions. They had already got the formalities out of the way: date, time, name, rank. Adrian could feel the beginnings of a migraine, or maybe he just really wanted a drink.

      ‘Could you tell me about the first meeting with Caitlin Watts?’ DCC Sneddon began.

      ‘She was brought in for breaking into a chapel. Her grandfather was a reverend, though, and so no charges were brought and we let her go,’ Adrian said.

      ‘Did she steal anything?’ Sneddon asked.

      ‘Apparently not.’

      ‘How did she seem at that time?’

      ‘I don’t know. Normal. She was quite friendly,’ Adrian said. Did that make him look bad?

      ‘And the next time you saw her?’

      ‘Yesterday morning. She said hello to us near the scene of the Norris murder. We went to speak to one of his colleagues, who turned out to be her lecturer. Psychology, um … her name was Gillian Mitchell. Miss Watts walked past and said hello.’

      ‘And you hadn’t arranged to meet Caitlin Watts there?’

      ‘Of course not. It was a murder that we were called out to. How would I know beforehand that it was going to happen?’ he said, trying not to get annoyed at the questions. He knew they had to ask them.

      ‘And then the next time?’

      ‘Yesterday again. She came in late afternoon and told us that she thought Hugh Norris was having an affair with a student. She also told us that one of his students committed suicide exactly three months ago. She brought in an article about the suicide and I put it on the desk.’

      ‘Then what happened?’

      ‘She told me she couldn’t get home and that she was a bit upset by the murder, so I offered to give her a lift.’

      ‘You offered? Why?’

      ‘Actually no, I offered to get someone else to drop her home, but she asked if I could do it. She said she was nervous because of the violent nature of the murder.’

      ‘And you said?’

      ‘I said, fine. I was leaving anyway.’

      ‘And what happened then?’

      ‘I drove her home, she got out and I drove home.’

      ‘You didn’t get out of the car and see her to her door?’

      ‘No, I didn’t. I didn’t even really watch her go inside. I just left. Then I parked up at home and walked to The Imperial.’

      ‘Were you alone?’

      ‘Yes. I was a bit pissed off because I was supposed to have my son stay over last night, but he made other plans.’

      ‘So, no one can corroborate your story?’

      ‘Sorry, no.’

      ‘OK. Let’s talk about you for a moment,’ Sneddon said with a heavy sigh, clearly not enjoying this any more than Adrian.

      ‘I thought that was what we were doing.’

      ‘Are you in a relationship?’ Sneddon asked.

      ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but no.’

      ‘I heard your last relationship ended rather traumatically. Is that correct?’

      ‘Do they ever end well?’ Adrian said, trying to make light of it.

      ‘Have you sought any counselling for what happened? It’s hard losing someone to an act of violence.’

      ‘I’m dealing with it just fine,’ Adrian lied.

      ‘Have you ever dated anyone in the station?’

      ‘I had a casual relationship with Duty Sergeant Denise Ferguson, but that ended a long time ago. I haven’t had a relationship at all since Lucy died.’

      ‘Anyone else?’

      ‘Why does this matter?’

      ‘Just answer the question.’

      Adrian thought about Imogen for a moment. Should he mention it? It wasn’t a relationship, it wasn’t even sexual, but somehow it was important. Far too important to talk about here.

      ‘I went out with PC Tessa Burgess briefly and a couple other officers who have since transferred out.’

      ‘Does briefly mean a one-night stand?’

      ‘Yes. But there wasn’t any drink involved or anything. It was a consensual situation and it was before she worked in this division.’

      ‘We’ll speak to her, but for now, you can see yourself out.’

      Adrian left the interrogation room feeling worse than he had done before he went in. Everything he had said made him sound like a complete scumbag.

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