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Mason sipped at his almost cold coffee while his partner got the recorder set up, and once that was done he got straight down to business. “Where were you between one-thirty and three on Sunday night?”
“I already answered that question before,” Ben Logan said without even looking at his solicitor. “Don’t you guys talk to one another. Try asking Stone, he’s the one in charge of the case ain’t he.”
Mason gave a small smile. “Not anymore. Detective Inspector Stone has had to take over another investigation; I am now in charge of this case. I’ve spoken to the inspector, as it happens; I’ve also looked into the alibi you provided earlier.”
“Well then, why’re you asking the same questions he did?”
“Because, Mr Logan, I don’t believe your alibi,” Mason told him. “Your friend, Mr Ashford,
