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give you dozens and dozens of girls. I c'n give you hundreds. I had my first when I was ten years old, and I c'n tell you right now, she liked it just fine. Yeah, I don't shag Rachel Winfield. I never did and I never will. So?

What about it? She's an ugly cow and the only way she'll be rogered proper is if the bloke doing it to her is blind.

Which I am not, 'n case you didn't notice." He stabbed his index finger into the packet and brought out a cigarette. Apparently, it was the last one, because he balled the packet into his palm and flung it into the corner of the room.

"Yes. Well," Barbara said, "I'm sure the motorway of your life is completely littered with sexual roadkill and all of the corpses are grinning ear to ear. At least in your dreams. But we aren't dealing with dreams, Trevor. We're dealing with reality, and reality is murder. I have only your word for it that you saw Haytham Querashi cot-taging in Clacton market square, and I've come to realise that there's a very good chance he was cottaging with you."

"That's a bloody lie!" He surged to his feet so quickly that his chair toppled over.

"Is it?" Barbara asked blandly. "Sit down, please. Or I'll have a PC give you some assistance."

She waited till he'd righted the chair and planted himself in it. He'd thrown his cigarette to the table, and he retrieved it, lighting a match on the edge of a dirty thumbnail. "You see how it looks, don't you?" Barbara asked him. "You worked together at the factory. He gave you the sack and the excuse was that you'd nicked a few jars of mustard, some chutney and jam. But perhaps that's not why he sacked you at all. Perhaps he sacked you because he was marrying Sahlah Malik and he didn't want you round the place any longer, reminding him of what he really was."

"I want my phone call," Trevor said. "I got nothing more to talk to you about."

"You do see how black things look, don't you?"

Barbara crushed her own cigarette out, careful to use the ashtray and not the floor. "A declaration of Querashi's homosexuality, consistent fellatio and nothing else with Rachel

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"I already explained that!"

"-- and Querashi dying at the very same time that you're without an alibi. So tell me, Trevor, does this make you any more inclined to reveal what you were up to on Friday night? If, of '" course, you weren't up to murdering Haytham Querashi."

His mouth clamped shut. He stared at her defiantly.

"Right," she said. "Play it that way if you want.

But just make sure you aren't also playing the fool."

She left him to cool off and went in search of Emily. She heard the DCI before she saw her.

Her voice - as well as a male voice taut with animosity - came from the lower floor.

Barbara peered over the curved bannister and saw Emily standing toe-to-toe with Muhannad Malik. Tay-mullah Azhar was directly behind his cousin.

"Don't explain PACE to me," Emily was saying tersely as Barbara descended the stairs.

"I'm well aware of the law. Mr. Kumhar is being held for an arrestable offence. I'm within my rights to ensure that nothing interferes with potential evidence or puts anyone at risk."

"Mr. Kumhar is the one at risk." Muhannad's face was hard. "And if you're refusing to let us see him, there's only one possible reason why."

"Would you care to explain?"

"I want to verify his physical condition. And don't let's pretend you've never used the term 'resisting the police' to excuse some bloke's getting a beating while he's in the nick."

"I think," Emily said pointedly as Barbara reached her side, "that you've been watching too much television, Mr. Malik. It's not my habit to rough up suspects."

"Then you'll have no objection to our seeing him."

When Emily would have offered a rejoinder, Azhar interposed. "The Police and Criminal Evidence Act also indicates that a suspect has the right to have a friend, relative, or other person who is known to him told without delay that he's in custody. May we have the name of whomever you informed, Inspector Barlow?"

He spoke without a glance in Barbara's direction, but even so she was certain he could feel her inward wince. PACE was all well and good, but when events began to outstrip the police's ability to keep up with them, more often than not even a good officer let

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