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Arthur swallowed as Cobb drove them to the police station. He shifted, pulling his jacket around him, closely. Cobb cast a sharp glance at him.

"You ok?"

Arthur shrugged. "little bit cold, that's all." He lapsed into silence as the journey continued, but his mind was swirling with thoughts. Cobb kept focused on the road, saying nothing.

"You know, if Robert admits to anything..." Arthur bit his lip. "What's going to happen to the school?"

Cobb kept his eyes on the road. "That's a bridge to cross if it comes to it. For now, we'll have to let him have the benefit of the doubt." He cast a quick glance at Arthur. "But, there are other things that still need to be cleared up. For example, his original accusation against you."

Arthur groaned. "Oh, yes. All this over a bowl of ice cream." He shook his head. "Remind me never to gatecrash anyone's date ever again."

Despite himself, Cobb grinned. "Cut it out. You had to be there. You just need to take the initiative more. Make the first move in future."

Arthur smiled. "Absolutely."


"This is ridiculous!" Robert stormed, getting up. "I am being held here against my will! I demand you let me leave!"

Blake studied Robert. The older man's pale skin was flushing an angry red, and he could tell his anger was building. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer. But I must insist you stay here until-"

"You insist!" Robert almost snarled. "Who are you? Just some little jumped up detective in a cheap suit!" He turned his back, and sat down.

Blake swallowed. Resorting to personal insults was not something he wanted. Trying to remain calm, he took a deep breath.

"Mr Fischer. If insulting me makes you feel better, then fine. But may I remind you that you are here under an investigation of a charge of arson. I need you to remain calm."

Fischer glared at him, his eyes narrowed. "You'll be sorry for this," he growled. Lowering his head, he began studying his watch - which, Blake had noted, was a genuine Rolex.

He sighed and leaned back against the wall. Fischer, he was noting, was effectively a spoiled child. He couldn't help but wonder about the parenting - or lack of it - that had resulted in this situation.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the interview room door. "One moment," he cautioned the other man, and opening the door, left. A uniformed officer was outside. "Detective? Peter Browning is here. He says his godson is being held against his will, and is threatening to make an official complaint."

Blake rubbed his forehead. One thing about the rich - they always have backup. He smiled tiredly. "Of course, I'll come and see him."

Blake followed the uniformed officer down the hallway. Standing in the reception area was a florid, paunchy man, whose red face and aggravated expression betrayed his emotions. He glared at Blake

"Mr Browning?" the uniformed officer said, politely. "This is Detective Blake, who-"

"What is the meaning of this?" Browning almost thundered. "You're the upstart who arrested my godson! I'll have your career for this!"

Blake swallowed. "Well, I'm sorry, but I can assure you what I did was based upon evidence." He spoke calmly, but his blood was pulsing and thudding in his ears. "He has been arrested in connection with an investigation at the High School."

Browning glared at him, angrily. "I want to see him. Now!"

Blake realised he had no choice. "Of course. Please, this way."


Arthur got out, and stood by as Cobb locked the car. "Right, this way."

As the two men approached the station, Arthur glanced at Cobb. "Reckon we'll find out the truth?"

Cobb shrugged. "Hopefully. Come on." As they entered the building, the desk sergeant looked at them. "May I help you?"

Cobb nodded. "Dom Cobb, Arthur Ogilvie. We're here to see Detective Blake."

"Of course." The sergeant nodded. "I'll let him know that you're here."

Cobb stood quietly, as Arthur looked round the small building. Feelings of impatience were starting to crowd into his mind.

"You know, this could be..." he broke off, as the Sergeant re-appeared. "Yes?"

"Follow me," the Sergeant said. As they walked down the hallway, Arthur swallowed. After a few moments, the Sergeant knocked on the door, and Blake opened it.

"Yes?"

"Mr Cobb, and Mr Ogilvie, Detective."

Blake nodded. "Thank you." He looked at the two other men. "Please come in."

Cobb entered first, followed by Arthur. As they did, Arthur saw Robert Fischer, glaring at them both.

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