Garnethill by Denise Mina Read Online Free PDF

firmly. "I want to get some fags and something to eat and have a think."
    "We can bring you food and cigarettes."
    "I want to have a think."
    "What have you got to think about?"
    "I just want to get the fuck out of this building for a while," she said, becoming agitated. "The lighting in here is making my eyes hurt and I'm tired, all right?"
    "I want you to stay," he said, leaning on the table and exhaling smoke slowly through his nose. "We can keep you here for up to six hours if we have some reason to suspect you've broken the law."
    Maureen leaned forward. They sat head-to-head, each reluctant to sit back and relinquish the space to the other. "Are you arresting me?" she asked.
    "I don't need to arrest you to keep you here."
    "I haven't done anything."
    "It's not that simple," said Inness.
    Joe McEwan was getting very annoyed, his eyes narrowed and his forehead creased indignantly. He must be very unused to being defied. Maureen thought about his ex-wife and wished her well. He stood up, shoving the chair away noisily with the backs of his knees. He leaned over and opened the door. The policewoman was standing outside: he ushered her into the interview room and left, slamming the door behind him.
    "Have we got to wait for him to come back?" asked Maureen.
    "Uh-huh," said Inness, fiddling with the Biro, tapping it softly on the table.
    "How come there's always two of you?" said Maureen.
    Inness looked up. "Corroboration."
    "What's corroboration?"
    "We can't use any evidence that's witnessed by one person. There have to be two officers present at all times in case we hear something important."
    "Oh."
    After an infinity McEwan came back in. "You can go," he said, looking disgusted and angry. "But I want you back here in two hours, is that clear?"
    "Yes," said Maureen, pleased to be getting her way.
    He leaned over the table and told the tape that it was eleven thirty-three, that the interview was being suspended and that he was turning it off. He flicked the switch and turned back to Maureen. "You know," he said, his voice louder than it need have been, "I really think if you wanted us to find the person who murdered your boyfriend you'd cooperate more fully."
    "I appreciate that," she said, gracious in victory. "I'll do everything I can to help you but right now I need a break."
    He looked at her disbelievingly and motioned for her to follow him as he walked out of the room.
    Coming down the stairs to the main entrance she could see Liam sitting on a plastic chair in the lobby. He looked up and grinned when he saw her, wrinkling his nose. She shook her head softly and looked away, warning him not to speak to her. If McEwan saw Liam he'd recognize him as her brother and would insist on interviewing him right away. Maureen would have to wait for him.
    "I'll be back by half-one," she said, distracting McEwan's attention. "I promise."
    McEwan walked straight past Liam. He paused by the reception desk and patted it with the flat of his hand, telling her firmly that this was where she should report to when she came for their appointment. Maureen gave him an insolent look and left.
    McEwan watched her walk through the glass doors and saw a young man with the same build and hair color follow Maureen O'Donnell toward the main road.

    Liam caught up with her in the street. "He must be used to dealing with half-wits," he said.
    "Naw, I think he was trying to patronize me. He's pissed off because I insisted on leaving for a while."
    Liam's Triumph Herald was parked at the far end of the street. Maureen could see the rust patches from two hundred yards away. It was a rotten car, it broke down at least once a month but Liam said it was good for business: the police tended to stop young guys in Mercs, not mugs in shitey motors.
    Maureen slipped her arm through his, something she hadn't done in years. "Did Mum tell you about Douglas, then?" she asked.
    "Yeah," said Liam, keeping his eyes on the road and squeezing her arm hard.
    "How long