we should give you a couple of minutes to think up some new lies, Jamie?’ asked the inspector.
‘I didn’t mean to hurt her…’
‘Aye, we know that,’ Steel pulled out her cigarettes and popped one in her mouth without offering them around. ‘So why’d you do it then?’
‘Been drinking… Down the Regents Arms… This bloke kept going on how she was nothing but a posh wank. No’ even that…’ He shivered. ‘Followed him into the toilets and beat the shite out of him. Talking ‘bout Rosie like that. Like she was just a whore…’
Steel’s reply came out in a cloud of cigarette smoke: ‘She was a whore, Jamie, sold her arse on the streets for—’
‘SHUT UP! SHE WAS NOT A WHORE!’ He jerked up and slammed his fists on the table, making it jump. His face was flushed, eyes sparkling and damp.
Logan sighed and stepped in, playing the good cop. ‘So you taught him a lesson for insulting your woman. I can understand that. What happened next? Did you go looking for her?’
Jamie nodded, eyes fastening on Logan, ignoring the inspector. ‘Yes … I wanted to tell her: it has to stop! She has to stay home, look after the kids. No more going out on the streets…’ He sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve.
‘What happened when you found her, Jamie?’
He looked down at his picked-at fingers. ‘I’d been drinking.’
‘We know that, Jamie: what happened?’
‘We had this argument… She… She said she needed the money. Said she couldn’t stop.’ Jamie laid down another trail of silver on his sleeve. ‘I told her I’d support her. I was getting something together, she wouldn’t have to worry… But she wasn’t having any of it: kept going on and on about how I couldn’t support her and the kids…’ He bit his bottom lip. ‘So I hit her. Just like that. And she started screaming at me. So I hit her again. Just to make her stop…’
Logan let the silence hang for a bit, while DI Steel dribbled smoke down her nose. ‘Then what did you do?’
‘Threw up in the toilet. Washed the blood off my hands… She was lying on the floor, all bruised… So I picked her up and put her to bed.’
Steel snarled. ‘Put her to bed? That what they’re calling it these days? “Putting someone to bed”? What a lovely euphemism for strangling someone in an alleyway! Like fucking poetry that is.’
Jamie ignored her. ‘Next day she was covered in bruises. Threw me out. Said she never wanted to see me again. But I never meant to hurt her!’
Logan sat back in his seat and tried not to groan. ‘It’s Monday night we want to know about, Jamie. What happened on Monday night?’
‘Went to see her, on the street.’ He shrugged. ‘Wanted to say I was sorry … show her I was making good money… You know, from the fast-food jobs? I could take care of her and the kids. I loved her… But she wouldn’t talk to me: said she had to earn a living … didn’t want anything to do with me … had clients to see. I’d have to pay…’
‘And did you?’
Jamie hung his head. ‘I… Yes.’
DI Steel spluttered, sending ash sparking from the end of her fag. ‘So you forked out to screw your ex? Jesus, how fucking twisted is that?’
Logan scowled at her. ‘Then what happened, Jamie?’
‘We did it in a doorway and … and I cried and told her I loved her and I was so sorry for what I’d done, but I loved her so much I couldn’t stand to see her out there with other men…’ His red eyes filled with tears. ‘I was making good money now, I could do it, we could be together…’ He wiped his eyes with the same silvered sleeve.
Steel inched forward in her seat, bathing Jamie in a cloud of cigarette smoke. ‘She said no though, didn’t she? She said no and you hit her. You hit her and you kept hitting her ’cos she wouldn’t take a slimy wee shite like you back. You killed her, ’cos it was that or pay for it your whole life. Pay to screw her in alleyways, just like hundreds of other desperate wee fucks.’
‘NO! She said she’d think about it! She was going to come back to me! We were going to be a family!’ The tears were falling freely now, running down his chubby cheeks, his scarlet nose streaming as sobs shook his body. ‘God, she’s dead! She’s dead!’ He crumpled to the tabletop, shoulders heaving.
Logan’s voice was soft. ‘Did you hit her again, Jamie? Did you kill her?’
He could barely make out the reply. ‘I loved her…’
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