Klempner shrugs. “James made much the same comment. But the bar was crowded, packed tight. People were jostling me all the time, to the point it was getting on my nerves. In retrospect, I can think of several occasions when someone might have lifted the knife. There could well be others that don’t come to mind.” He rubs the side of his nose, meets Will’s eye. “Is there any CCTV for the bar? You might catch something on there.”
Will nods. “I’ve already requested it. Forensics are looking at it right now. But there’s a lot to get through, with the other footage we have.” He glances askance at Klempner’s ‘armoury’ stacked in one corner. “Is anything else missing?”
“No. I checked at the time.”
I interrupt. “It seems pretty certain that the knife was stolen to implicate Klempner in something
