“In you come, Eddie,” Watters opened the interview room door and ushered the prisoner inside.
“Sit down,” Duff said and pushed Muckhart onto a chair.
Watters sat opposite. “I have a simple question for you, Eddie. Why were you trying to break into a warehouse in the police yard? It’s like a mouse biting a cat’s tail and poking out its tongue.”
Muckhart folded his arms, glanced at Duff, and said nothing.
“I’ve inspected the padlock,” Watters said. “There are definite signs of tampering, and we have your lockpicks.”
“They’re not mine,” Muckhart denied immediately. “They must have been lying on the ground when I was there.”
“I found a length of thread in the lock,” Watters ignored the interruption. “And it matches the colour and material of your jacket.”
“That doesnae mean anything,” M
