Forty-Six
Alisdair caught up with Guthrie in the car park. Guthrie was in full stride, heading to the MG.
“Tom!”
Guthrie stopped and turned around. “What?”
Alisdair trotted over to him before speaking. “Mitchell told me it was a white van.”
“What?”
“A white van. That’s the vehicle that knocked him over.”
“Are you serious? He told us he didn’t see the vehicle. Now he’s telling us it was a van? A white one?” Guthrie scratched his head vigorously.
“Right after you walked out of the room.”
Guthrie tried to find the words to express his confusion. He stuttered and failed.
“Wait a minute,” he finally managed. “Are you telling me he didn’t want to tell me? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“I don’t know, Tom.”
“That bugger is screwing with us. With me!”
A car pulled into the car park.
