Paterson was escorted back to the room as a tray of steaming cups of tea was carried in by a young WPC who did not look happy to be acting as a waitress.
‘Thank you, laddie,’ Paterson said as Harding pushed a cup across the table towards him. ‘Aye, thirsty work is this.’
‘Thirsty work denying that you assisted the suspected murderer Frankie Starling to flee from justice? Is that what you mean?’ Marcus asked sardonically.
‘Well now, the key word here is suspected, isn’t it? Suspected! Aye, and as I said before, I have no knowledge of anybody having done a murder.’
‘Or knocking down and killing a 7 year old girl in that car you helped to burn?’
‘I’m sorry about the wee girl, but I knew nothing about that until I read it in the papers.’
‘And you know nothing about Frankie Starling, is t
