the witness, the second interview
– continued from here
The two detectives sat Toby up on one of the desks in the charge room; they bought him a bag of chips from the vending machine and asked that his mother sit on a chair beside him.
Terry leant over his boy and told him to be sure and tell the truth to the policemen.
‘ That would be a first for any of your family wouldn’t it sport, ‘ Snorted Mick.
The questions started.
‘ Toby my boy, ‘ the big man asked, softer now.
‘ Yes sir. ‘ Toby replied.
‘ Did you see the girl? ‘
‘ I think I might of. ‘
Was she by herself? ‘
‘ No sir. ‘
‘ Who was with her? ‘
‘ A little boy. ‘
What was the little boy doing? ‘
‘ He was minding the shopping with Dave. ‘
‘ Who’s Dave? ‘
‘ He’s my dog. ‘
‘ Was she carrying anything? ‘
‘ Some grapes I think. ‘
The big copper took a long breath, glanced at his colleague, and asked if the little boy whether he knew the girl.
‘ No, ‘ said Toby, and he looked at his dad and said, ‘ I want to go home now dad. ‘
Detective Mick shook the little boy’s hand and winked at his mother. ‘ Take them home Missus, and make sure that old man of yours stays on the straight down here. I hear that he’s making a fair name for himself down Bawley these days by the way. ‘
concluded tomorrow here
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