Seventy-Seven

A different Legal Aide Solicitor sat next to Joe Cartarney. This one was older. A woman. David had met her before. Kim Campbell. She did her job well and let him do his without all the bullshit.

Detective Day cleared his throat as Tim Bevin finished reading the man his rights and pushed the paperwork toward him to sign.

Joe dropped the pen and pushed the paperwork back across the table. "What's this all about?"

"We need to ask you some questions in relation to the death of Sally Parks." David studied the old man. He really was ugly. No wonder Mercer Kennedy cringed at the thought of anyone having sex with him.

"I told you all I know about her." Joe's dentures dropped. He sucked them up to the roof of his mouth. "I never had much to do with her. Just rented her a unit."

"That's not strictly true is it, Joe." David smiled. "Can I call you Joe?"

"Yep. You can call me Joe."

The Detective watched as the old man folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. Body language was a wonderful thing. You could pick up lots of clues from body language. "I'll get straight to it, Joe. Your DNA was found on Sally Parks."

"Could be lots of reasons." Joe Cartarney looked at the solicitor. "Couldn't there?"

Kim nodded but didn't say anything.

"Your DNA was found in semen inside of Sally Parks' body. What reason could there be for it being there, Joe?"

Joe jerked forward in his seat. He gripped the table. "I didn't rape her! She let me!" His false teeth moved in a different direction to his jaw.

David raised his eyebrows, a bit of an overreaction if he ever saw one. He wondered why. More investigation needed to be done on Mr. Joe Cartarney. "How about you tell us about your relationship with Sally Parks?"

"We had a bit of a thing going." Joe puffed out his chest and grinned. "For an old fellow I don't do so bad pulling the chicks."

Oh my god. Could this guy be for real? David caught Tim's eye. Yep, they were both on the same page. "So let us in on your secret, Joe." David grinned. "We could use some tips."

"Detective." Kim Campbell shook her head. "Not relevant."

David smiled. "Sorry, Kim. Let me rephrase that." He clasped his hands together and rested his forearms on the table. "Joe, can you tell us how you met Sally Parks."

"Through the units. There's always one snivelling about the rent so I make them a deal. I give them cheap rent if they give things in return." Joe chuckled. "Best thing I ever did was buying those units."

"So, when you say things in return, we are talking about sexual favours, right? I need you to say it for the tape."

Joe leaned toward the recorder. "Yes, sex. Head jobs, mastibati....

"Thanks, Joe the word sex covers it all. At this stage we don't need the finer details." David coughed into his fist. "And your relationship with Sally, how long had it been going on?"

"A couple of months. She was one hot piece of arse alright. Loved to spread them lushest le..."

"Mr. Cartarney. Please answer the detective's questions without all the colourful carry on." Kim hated filthy old men and having to defend them made her sick but, what could she do, it was all part of the job.

"Righto. Keep your knickers on." Joe ran his eyes over the solicitor's body. Solid woman. He could do her. He smirked and looked back at the two detectives. "We had an arrangement. I gave her cheap rent and she gave me sex. That's all there was to it. No romantic dinners. No long walks in the rain or conversations in bed. We never did it in bed." He chuckled. "I just bent her ov..."

"Mr. Cartarney!"

Joe laughed and looked at Kim Campbell. "I thought that would get you going. What are you doing later?"

David couldn't believe the arrogance of the man. "Mr. Cartarney! You want me to charge you with obstructing justice?"

"Just having a bit of fun officer." Joe chuckled again. "So, is that it?"

"What time did you have sex with Sally Parks the day she died?"

"In the morning. She called in to say hello on her way to work."

"We know you had an argument with her that morning. What happened?"

Joe sat up straight. How did they know that? He was sure he'd shut all the windows and doors so no passers-by could hear him set the little bitch down. "It was just a tiff, nothing big. I broke it off with her because I've got a fiancé now and I didn't need her anymore. She didn't like it. She said she loved me and it wasn't about the money."

Tim watched David fiddle with his fingers. There was more to this story than the old man was telling them. They both sensed it. He smiled when David took a punt and said, "Come on, Joe we know she was blackmailing you."

The old man spluttered. His false teeth dropped onto the table. He scrambled to pick them up and shoved them back into his mouth. "Fucking little bitch. She wanted more money. Said she was gonna tell my fiancé if I didn't pay her and give her free rent." He scowled. Joe wasn't about to tell them she'd laughed at him for not being able to keep it up for longer than a minute.

Stupid Game of Thrones episode. How was he supposed to know fucking while wearing a tight leather thong and a hang man's noose was going to cut off his blood and air supply? He stared at the detectives. "I fixed her. I knocked her on the head."

David jerked back in his seat. "Are you telling us you hit Sally Parks on the head?"

Joe frowned and looked from one to the other. "What are you talking about? I never hit her. I knocked her idea on the head. Put a stop to it. I told her to fuck off. Told her my fiancé wouldn't care that I had been doing her."

David let out the breath he was holding and nodded. He looked across at Joe Cartarney.

"What's your fiancé's name?"

"Penny. Penny Macy. She's a hot little bitch too."

I can't stand this slimy creature.

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