broke in again, her voice harsh. âThat part of town. That sort of club.â
âMrs. James, Iâd like to hear what Louise has to say for herself,â Thackeray broke in sharply. âIf you donât mind.â
The girl shot him a glance which appeared almost grateful while her mother turned away, affronted.
âWe like the music,â Louise said. âAnd the DJs. Wednesday was Dizzy B. Heâs cool.â
âSo you went down there at what time?â Val asked.
âAbout ten, I suppose.â
âHad you been anywhere else first?â
âWe had a couple of drinks in the Parrot and Banana.â
âNo difficulty getting served, I suppose,â Val said dryly. âAnd was it just the two of you went on to the club, or were you part of a larger group?â
âWeâve tried to bring her up to drink sensibly,â the girlâs mother said quickly.
Louise ignored her but hesitated, gazing down at her clasped hands on the table in front of her.
âThere was a whole gang going on from the pub,â she said eventually. âNo one I knew very well.â
âNames?â
âJust first names. No one from our school. Not close friends.â
Thackeray knew the girl was lying and guessed that the two women did too.
âWeâll give you a pencil and paper later,â he said. âYou can have a think about the names of anyone you can remember who was around that evening. Will you do that, Louise?â
The girl nodded, not looking up, and Thackeray knew that the list would be short and the names unidentifiable, but he did not think it worth pressurising the girl at this stage.
âWe know from the hospital that Jeremy took at least one Ecstasy tablet during the evening,â Val Ridley went on, her voice calm. âDid you know that?â
Louise nodded, a single tear drop splashing down onto the table in front of her. Irritably, she rubbed it away with a finger
âDid you take any illegal substances, Louise?â
Louise nodded again.
âJust one tab,â she said, and there was a sharply indrawn breath from her mother. Thackeray shot her a warning glance.
âYou think Jeremy took more?â Val persisted.
âI think he had two. He was wild â¦At the club later he was dancing like a mad-man. I couldnât keep up with him. But we knew what to do. We drank plenty of water â¦â
âSo you know we have to ask, Louise. Where did you get the pills from?â
âThey were just passing them round in the pub,â the girl said, glancing at her mother. âIâd never had one before but Jez said it would be cool.â
âWho was passing them round?â
âEveryone,â Louise said, sulky now.
âBut someone must have been taking the money for them. These things donât come free.â
âI didnât see anyone,â she said.
âDid you pay for them, Louise?â
âI never.â The girl flushed and more tears came.
âSo did Jeremy buy them?â
âNo, no, I never saw him pay anyone. I donât know who bought them, where they came from, it was nothing to do with me.â
âRight, weâll leave that for the minute, Louise,â Val Ridley said, still calm, her voice still low as the girl scrubbed at her eyes with a tissue that her mother handed to her.
âWhen you got to the Carib, there was someone on the door, right?â
âTwo black guys,â Louise said.
âAnd did they check you for drugs?â
âYeah, yeah, they asked, and looked in my bag. I had a little black bag with me, but weâd taken them by then, so there wasnât anything to find, was there? They were wasting their time.â
âMaybe,â Val Ridley said. âBut inside the club. Did you see anyone offering drugs in there? Pills, cannabis, anything at all?â
Louise shook her head.
âIt was dark, and crowded and we were dancing, I