24“I don't believe this – he was here only this morning.”
“And what time would that be, sir?”
“Just before I left for work. About five minutes or so before eight.”
“How can you be so exact, sir?” The young officer was scribbling it all down in his notebook whilst the other, much older man, stood impassively, his eyes never leaving Larry.
“Because I always leave for work at five minutes to eight. Always.”
“I see. And what time did your son set off for Scotland, did you say?”
“Six, or thereabouts.”
“And he would have travelled straight there, would he?”
“I suppose so…yes.”
“But you couldn't swear to it?”
Larry felt his stomach tense. “Well, not exactly, no. How could I? But…well, it had all been arranged. His friends picked him up.”
“Friends? And who were they, sir?”
“Er, the guy
