‘Me?’ His head jerked up. ‘Why me?’
It was a slightly odd response but I ignored it. ‘Billy found Macca out the back last night, so they need to interview everyone who was here, either working or staying.’
‘Oh, right.’ He let out a long breath. ‘Right.’ He was silent for a few seconds. ‘I never saw him. I went to bed quite early for me. Had a bit too much bubbly and decided to call it a night. The missus was snoring, totally out of it. We should both stick to beer, eh?’
I forced a small smile. ‘Why don’t you go and get some breakfast? Try and eat before the police come for you.’
He grimaced at my words. ‘Don’t know about eating. I need some fresh air.’
I hoped he wasn’t planning on taking off. Barney would blame me again. ‘As long as you don’t go near the crime scene,’ I said. ‘Go out
