Calum started to stand. His eyes bulged and his face flared bright scarlet. He tried to speak, but words seemed to catch in his throat. Graeme placed a restraining hand on his arm and drew him back into his chair.
“It's alright, Calum, I need to do this sometime. I'm as well to get it out of the way. I'm sorry, Officer, but Calum's only trying to look after my best interests. Now if this is going to take some time, would you like some tea?”
Calum looked between his brother and the detectives, unable to hide his resentment, then he slowly edged backwards into his chair.
“That's most kind of you to offer, but we're fine.”
“What would you like me to tell you?”
“Let's start with the knives. We understood that you made the purchase on behalf of the Club,” Alex said.
“Yes, I did. I bought
