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into thin air. Yeah,
right. With Davey nodding at every utterance and adding the occasional
encouraging comment there was clearly little point in carrying on the
conversation.
    We
returned to his dad's house and interviewed the rest of his lieutenants, they
all told the same story. Our driver was a kiss arse who sucked up to the most
senior people he could find and, in most cases, he soon started offering to do
things to help them and suggested something a step too far. All of the
lieutenants had alibis for the night of the disappearance, all easy to confirm
too. Their alibis for every moment on from the following morning were easy too, they had all been heavily involved in the search for
Carmen. By the time we were done it was after nine in the evening, Davey told
me to go find somewhere to stay and to be back at the house by eight in the
morning if I dared. "Alternatively you could just run, you know." he
had said, sneering. "One day in and you've got nothing. If you ain't got
an answer by tomorrow evening my dad's going to kill you."
    "Why
would I run Davey? I've got plenty today, I'm pretty sure I know what happened
now. Just need to confirm a few things in the morning and I'll be ok." I
certainly hoped I sounded certain when I said it because he was right, I had
nothing. Then I noticed something, his smiled slipped ever so slightly and the
look in his eyes hardened but he had nothing to say. Did he know something? He
and his sister had never got on but would he really hide something about his
sister's murder? He had never approved of me either but did he dislike me enough
to let the real killer of his sister get away?

 
    Another
night in the car did me no good, lack of sleep was becoming a problem and I was
pretty sure I could now knock someone unconscious by simply raising my arms, ripe did not begin to cover it. Disturbing dreams had
interrupted my night repeatedly, dreams and memories of how Davey and Carmen
had always seemed to have something bad between them – something I had never
got to the bottom of. Davey had been clear that I needed to be at his father's
for eight, instead I made a call saying I'd be a bit late and hung up as he
started ranting about tracking me down and killing me like the dog I was and so
on. Carefully watching Starbucks I saw the crumpled figure of DCI Donaldson
emerge a little after eight-fifteen. It was easy enough to catch up to him on a
quiet street.
    "Hello
again."
    "What
the . . . oh, you again, where's Davey?"
    "Probably
tucked up in bed feasting on a breakfast of crazy pills. I
need to ask you a few more questions."
    "I'm
in a bit of a hurry, I'll call Davey and set something
up for later."
    I
put my arm out to block his path. "I'd much rather we had a chat
now."
    He
puffed himself up and tried a stern look. "I'm a DCI, you mess me about any
more and I can cause you a lot of trouble. I know who you are and I know you're
a wanted man so watch it or I'll nick you."
    "You
think you scare me? You dumb bastard. Spigarelli has detailed exactly what
he'll do to me if I don't turn something up pretty quickly, you think being
arrested is a threat when I've got the biggest mobster in the home counties
ready to torture and kill me? And that's not even counting the associates of
that scumbag who ended up stabbed in London. I'm seriously desperate mate and
if you don't start opening up you're going to have some serious problems."
    "What
are you going to do? You're some stupid little kid."
    "I'm
not going to do anything. I know that you know something so I'm just going to
let Spigarelli know that and then run. Sure he might catch me but he will
definitely catch you. Lie all you like, but he'll get it out of you, Davey
won't be able to stop it. All I have to do is spread some doubt about you and
Davey. He'll grab you and torture you, all the time hoping that whatever is
going on with you and Davey is not connected to Carmen. But he will do it. He
won't be able to help himself, the doubt will