Chapter Seventeen
When they arrived at the police station, they took Carlton to an interview room. After Llewellyn had put the tapes in the machine, he said his name, the date and time, Rafferty followed suit, then added Carlton’s name.
‘Now Mr Carlton, would you mind explaining why your alibi was nothing of the sort?’
Carlton sat back and folded his arms. His wore a mulish expression. ‘I’m saying nothing until I have legal representation, as I believe is my right.’
Rafferty shrugged, as if it was all the same to him. ‘You can wait for your solicitor, if you wish. No skin off my nose. But I’ll warn you, the duty brief might be some time.’ Rafferty looked Carlton up and down, and said, ‘You don’t look like you can afford your own legal type.’
Carlton shot Rafferty a dirty look, but he
