The man stood bolt upright and swung around. Far on the wrong side of middle-aged, taller than average and wide-eyed, the man opened his mouth as if to respond, but ultimately stayed quiet. His eyes flicked to the left and Jain thought he might start to run away, but instead stood still and silent. Curious, the damp detective climbed the gate, before speaking again.
"Who are you, what are you doing and why are you here?"
"Nothing." Said the man.
"That's not really answering my questions. Let's start again. My name is Detective Constable Sajid Jain. What's your yours?"
"I don't really have to talk to you if I don't want to, do I?"
"Well, that depends," Jain responded, "if I suspect you've done something wrong then you most certainly do have to tell me your name."
"I haven't done any
