get to be a comedian one day.’
Jane laughed and gave Dave a shove. ‘I can just see you in your waistcoat and Chubby Brown flying hat.’
‘Now, that would have to go on YouTube,’ Ben said with a grin.
‘Ah.’ Dave leaned back, spreading his arms. ‘Fame at last.’
‘Remember us on your way up,’ said Jill. ‘You’ll want somebody to catch you on the way back down.’
‘Meantime, let’s concentrate on catching whoever killed Ranjeet Singh, shall we?’ Pete suggested. ‘We need a witness. And his car wasn’t exactly distinctive, so it won’t be easy to find one.’
*
‘Tommy.’
Colin Underhill sat down across the table from him. A big bear of a man in cord trousers and a tweed jacket, he looked like a farmer dressed up to go to town. All it needed was the flat cap and a suntan. Tommy held the smirk back off his face with difficulty.
‘Uncle Colin.’
They were not related, but it was what he’d always called his dad’s boss and his godfather.
‘We’ve got a problem, son. And getting out of it’s not going to be easy, even with me and your dad on your side.’
‘I told you – I never even thought of the knife as a weapon. It was a tool, that’s all. I used it pretty much every day round the fair. You can ask any of them.’
Colin pursed his lips, letting the air noisily out through his nose. ‘I’m talking about the other problem. Mr Burton. Lauren Carter. Rosie Whitlock.’
‘But, you said she supported what I told you.’
‘She does, but Burton won’t. And nor does Lauren.’
‘But, she’s…’ Tommy screwed his face up and dropped his head towards his chest. He swallowed, took a breath. ‘She’s dead.’
Colin grunted. ‘That’s part of the problem. She can’t speak, but her body tells its own story. And the doctor might be a friend of your dad, but he can only describe the facts as he finds them. And there’s a couple of those that put you firmly in the frame unless we can come up with something that throws the blame back onto Mr Burton.’
‘I told you.’ Tommy fixed Colin with a firm, almost angry stare. ‘He made me do those things. He made me.’
‘He made you strangle a ten-year-old girl?’
‘He grabbed my hands, put them around her neck and squeezed. He killed her, not me. He just had my hands between his and her neck, that’s all. And I wake up every night, dreaming about it because there was nothing I could do to save her. All I could do was let her know I was sorry.’ His face began to crumple with emotion.
‘All right, son. I understand. But, what about the rapes? Even at your age, you know a jury is going to believe you can’t do that unless you want to. Or, at least, unless your body wants to and your mind isn’t off in some other place entirely.’
‘Have you…?’ Tommy swallowed and dropped his gaze. His voice was little more than a whisper when he spoke again. ‘Have you seen the videos he made?’
‘Not all of them, but yes – some.’
‘Well, most of it was faked. Low light. Careful camera angles. Sharp editing. You’ve seen his darkroom and video suite?’
‘Yes.’
‘He’s good at it. People pay a lot for what he does. He sends stuff all over.’
Colin frowned. ‘How do you know that?’
‘I helped post them. I saw the addresses.’
‘Is there a record of those addresses anywhere?’
Tommy shook his head. ‘No. And I don’t remember any specifics – just some of the towns and cities that I saw.’
Colin nodded. ‘OK. But, back to the matter at hand. As you say, a lot of it could be faked, but not all. In some of it, it’s clear you were a willing participant.’
Tommy’s hands slapped down on the table. ‘OK. So, a few times, I had to let myself get into the moment. If I didn’t, he’d beat the shit out of me. Have you seen those videos?’
Colin looked horrified. ‘No.’
‘Well, they exist. They’re around somewhere. He’d…’ Tommy’s eyes closed and he let his head drop forward as he clamped his jaw shut, hands balling into fists on the table. He took a couple of deep breaths. Looked up. ‘I couldn’t stop him.’
He saw Colin’s arm move as if he was going to reach across the table, but the big man held himself in check. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘But Burton’s trial’s in just seven weeks. We need you willing and able to testify in case his defence team call you. You need to have everything straight in your mind and we need to know the facts in case we need to cross-examine you, to refute any of his accusations.’
Tommy nodded. ‘I understand.’
‘So, let’s move on. Once you got away from Burton, where did you go?’
Tommy shrugged. ‘Wherever I could find a place to doss, at first. I stayed around the city for a while.’
‘How did you eat?’
‘I got stuff wherever I could. It’s surprising what you can find, especially if you’re not picky.’
‘And you broke into your house while the family were out, at least once.’
Tommy nodded. ‘Just the once. To get some things.’
‘You waited till they were out. Did you know what they were out doing?’
Tommy shook his head. ‘I just knew they were going out, so I had a chance to get in and get what I needed.’
‘You must have found out at some point, though?’
‘What – about the posters? Yeah, I saw one or two a couple of days later.’
‘Your dad – a policeman – broke the law to put them up. Why didn’t you respond?’
‘Broke the law? What law?’
‘There’s a bylaw against posters in the city. Point is, your dad knew that. He put his career on the line to reach out to you.’
Tommy couldn’t stop his face twisting into a grimace. ‘Yeah, right. Good old dad. You can always trust him to do the right thing. Even if it’s bringing his own son in for rape and murder.’
Colin’s head was shaking slowly. ‘We wanted you in as a witness, that was all. There were no charges. Your mum and dad just wanted you home.’
‘What about what you said before?
