Chapter Two
Babbington had clearly got his mojo back during the short drive to the police station. The arrogance was back; so was the truculent stare. He fixed Rafferty with the latter as they sat either side of the scuffed table in Interview Room 2. He’d been advised of his rights but had insisted he didn’t need a solicitor.
Llewellyn placed the tapes in the recording machine, pressed the button, then sat back with a look that reminded Rafferty of his baby daughter before she started bawling.
Rafferty pursed his lips, but said nothing, bar his name, the date, time, and the name of their interviewee, for the tapes. Llewellyn followed suit.
‘Mr Babbington, you’re being interviewed in connection with the murder of Rupert Hunter-York. You’ve claimed you’re innocent, but we have proof—’
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