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Meeting
"Like I said I want a guard in that room and outside." Lorraine stated calmly.
"And like I said, when can I talk to him?"
"Give me half hour to organise it. Robs is not your typical inmate. He doesn't care if or when he is released. He doesn't have a conscience. He doesn't care if he hurts anyone."
"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." Sandra stated as she got to her feet. Gerry raised an eyebrow as he stood up.
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"So." Brian lifted the glass of orange juice to his lips as he watched Gemma across the desk. "You are telling me that this lad died because of some random attack? Yet the killer is still walking around out there."
"Yeah." Gemma nodded. "Listen, cariad. Things are probably different up in that big city of yours. Down here, in Cardiff things are usually very straight forward."
"If it was that straight forward then why was the killer never caught?" Jack asked as he sat down. "I spoke to Jodie's mum. She is definitely hiding something."
"And there is trouble in Paradise." Steve stated. Gemma raised an eyebrow while Mair pulled her chair out and sat down.
"Eh?"
"Well, put it this way. Jodie's step dad. Now I presume it is her step dad judging by the age of the man driving away in a very nice sports car." Steve continued. "And the fact that her mum said she was married to the idiot."
"Jodie's dad. Her real dad died of a heart attack about six years ago." Mair stated. Jack looked away for a moment. "What?"
"Nothing." Jack stated firmly. "So? Why aren't mother and daughter close? The only child. You think that would make her close to her parents."
"Yeah. You would." Brian agreed. "I know my Mark lives away but he rings nearly every day to talk to Esther or me. Mainly Esther mind you, but then he and her 'av always been close."
"Families." Steve shook his head. "Who'd have 'em?"
"Not me." Mair snapped. Jack and Brian exchanged glances. "Look, I dunno why Jodie wasn't close to her mam. It never came up in the original investigation. What did come up was this lad. Robs. His name was graffiti on the door of the men's bogs. Actually carved into the wood. Now, 'e was a bit of a lad but vanished into thin air three days after the killing."
"And you never thought to look for him? Local hard nut goes missing?"
"Yeah, course the original team did." Gemma snapped. "But he was already in custody and there was no evidence to link him to the murder."
"Apart from what his sister says, there still isn't." Mair stated as she glared at Steve. "And what's to say she just isn't out to get at him? I mean they are half siblings. Same mam, different dad."
"But the firm is called Evans and Son."
"Yeah." Gemma nodded. "I did some digging when your Gerry called to say where they were going. Mr Evans, that is Beth's dear departed old dad had adopted Robs when he was a little kid. When he got to be a teenager and started getting in trouble with school and the police he changed his name back. Said that Geoff wasn't his real dad and one bit of paper didn't change that."
"I bet that hurt." Brian sighed. "I mean that's a real kick in the teeth."
"Like you were told." Gemma stated. "He is a nasty piece of work."
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"Robs." Gerry sat down opposite the heavily tattooed man and watched. The younger man seemed to be eyeing up Sandra, his eyes following her curves as she sat down. Sandra narrowed her eyes, aware of what the man in front of her was doing. It didn't intimidate her in the slightest.
"You know why we are here."
"Aye." He nodded. "The Guvn'r said it was about some lad that got done over."
"Yeah." Gerry nodded. "We know you were at the club the night he died."
"Do you? Good for you."
"You are enjoying this." Sandra glared at him. "You love being the centre of attention. That's why you carved your name on those walls. You want to be remembered."
"Well, you can paint over pen."
"Yeah but carving it in means it's more difficult to get rid of. Possible but it takes time and effort."
"Yeah." He rocked back in the chair. Gerry barely supressed the urge to punch his lights out. If Sandra knew she kept it to herself.
"And that is why you kept quiet about the murder and what you know about it." Sandra smirked. "You knew that if it remained unsolved then it would remain notorious. With you in prison for other things no one is going to even suspect you of killing the boy."
"I was never questioned." Robs smirked back.
"No." Gerry nodded. "No, you weren't. Not till now."
"Yeah."
"So, Michael Roberts." Gerry folded his hands on the table in front of them. "What was it? He a bit too interested in your kid sister? Or the girl you had your eye on?"
"What?"
"Murder. Oldest motive in the book, love. You love your sister and didn't want some older lad, a lad your age paying her any attention. You loved Jodie and didn't want her to go back to her ex boyfriend. Except he wasn't really Jodie's ex was he? She was cheating on you both. You found out and had it out with him. I can picture it now. Love wasn't the motive."
"But jealousy was." Sandra glared at him. "Do you know something, science is a wonderful thing."
"Eh?"
"You see, why what Gerry just said may be dismissed as mere story telling science has advanced enough to prove or disprove his theory. We know you were in the club that night. You were seen on CCTV giving your coat to the girl at the door. We know the victim, Chris was there. We saw him leave. What we don't have is hard and fast proof that you killed him. But we will get it."
"Yeah? How?"
"Jodie. Beth. Science. Both women are willing to give evidence. And there are currently two of my colleagues from South Wales Police collecting evidence from storage to go through again. You know in 1999 DNA could be found on garments but couldn't always be matched to a single individual. What would you know? These days it can be. So, why don't you tell us what happened that night?"
"I aint telling you nothing."
"Ok." Gerry sighed. "We've had all we can get out of him."
Sandra nodded as she got to her feet. Suddenly the desk was thrown away from the pair of them. Sandra stepped back, alarmed when he grabbed her arm. Seconds later she was tugged forward while Gerry and the prison guard got between them. Gerry pulled Sandra away and watched as the guards bundled her out the room.
"You ok?" Gerry asked. Sandra nodded, rubbing her hand over her wrist.
"Yeah but I think I rattled his cage."
"Yeah." Gerry agreed. "What now?"
"Now." Sandra took a deep breath. "You can buy me a drink. Then we find out what the boys have got. He killed that bloke. I just want to charge him and put the case to bed."
"Home. London, congestion charges and over crowded tube stations. Never thought I'd miss it." Gerry shook his head smiling.
"Well, come on then Gerry. Get a move on." Sandra stepped away, aware that he was still worried about her. "Lets end this now. It's time we thought about going home."
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A/N Please review. Not much left now.