Tony crossed the room and hugged Paula, who looked astonished. ‘But she’s right, Carol,’ he said, stepping back. ‘Not with fists but with words.’
‘You’re the only one who can do that,’ Carol said. ‘And Diane Patrick’s got Bronwen Scott. No way is she going to let you in the room.’
‘She can’t keep me out of your ear, though.’
Tony watched as Carol and Paula walked into the interview room. Bronwen Scott, who had been leaning over and talking to her client in a low voice, sat up straight. Carol sat down and slammed her file on the desk. ‘When did you find out about Warren’s vasectomy?’ Carol demanded.
Diane Patrick’s eyes widened.
‘Beautiful,’ Tony said into the mike. ‘Hit her again.’
‘Let me ask you again. When did you find out that Warren Davy had had a vasectomy?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Diane had opted for fearful and piteous. Tony didn’t think that was going to work for long.
‘Warren Davy had a vasectomy fifteen years ago. You do know what a vasectomy is, Diane?’
‘Of course I do,’ she said. ‘But I don’t believe you. I had his baby.’
Carol snorted. ‘Oh yes. The mythical baby. It’ll be interesting to see what your medical records say about that.’
‘My client has already explained that Mr Davy kept her away from medical intervention when she was pregnant,’ Scott interrupted. ‘I see no need to go over this again.’
‘Tell her there was no baby,’ Tony said. ‘Tell her, not ask her.’
‘There was no baby. There couldn’t have been a baby because Warren Davy had a vasectomy when he was twenty-one. ‘
‘You’re badgering my client,’ Scott said. ‘Ask the question and move on.’
‘Ask her how,’ Tony said in Carol’s ear.
‘How did you have a baby with Warren after he’d had the snip?’
‘People do. I’ve read about it. People do have babies after that,’ Diane said. ‘If you’re right, which I don’t believe, that’s what must have happened.’
‘Ignore her answer, Carol. Move on to how she couldn’t have a baby, how she’ll never have a baby.’
‘The truth is, you never had a baby with Warren. You’ve never had a baby. You can’t have a baby now. Face it, Diane. You’ll never have a baby. And if you can’t have Warren’s baby, nobody else is going to, either, are they?’ Carol’s tone was relentless, her eyes cold and unmoving. When Bronwen Scott spoke, Carol didn’t even look at her.
‘You’re bullying my client, Detective Chief Inspector Jordan. I insist that you ask a question,’ Scott said.
‘I just did,’ Carol said. ‘I’ll rephrase it, though. You don’t want anyone else to have Warren’s child, do you, Diane?’
‘Those children are nothing to do with me,’ Diane said in a low voice.
‘Remind her that she’ll never have his child,’ Tony said. ‘Because he didn’t love her enough.’
‘They’re the children you’ll never have. The children you dreamed of. The children he gave to other women. But not to you. Do you think he kept the truth from you because he didn’t really love you?’
‘He loved me,’ Diane said. Tony thought he could see the beginnings of anger in her face.
‘He didn’t love you enough to tell you the truth. He didn’t love you enough to have the vasectomy reversed. He didn’t want to have children with you, did he? When it came to carrying his child, he thought a total stranger was a better bet than you, didn’t he?’
‘Inspector, if you don’t stop this constant badgering, I am going to demand we end this interview now,’ Scott interrupted, putting a hand on Diane’s arm to shut her up.
Tony was momentarily distracted by Kevin, who stuck his head round the door. ‘I think Carol might be able to use something I just dug up.’
‘What’s that?’ Tony was trying to focus on two things at once.
‘The council picked up a chest freezer for disposal from DPS yesterday. We’ll have our hands on it tomorrow morning first thing.’
Tony grinned. ‘You’re a star, Kevin. Thanks.’ He tuned back in to what was happening in the interview room. Carol and Scott were still skirmishing. He didn’t think he’d missed much. He waited for a gap in the action then passed Kevin’s information on to Carol.
Her smile was vicious. ‘You want questions, Bronwen? OK. Let’s have some questions. I’d like to ask your client why she asked the council to pick up a chest freezer from her place yesterday. ‘
This time, the shock on Diane Patrick’s face was easy to read. ‘Because . . . because it was broken. It doesn’t work.’
‘We’re going to have our entire team of forensic technicians crawling over every square inch of that freezer,’ Carol said. ‘Will we find traces of Warren’s blood?’
‘I’ve told you.’ Diane’s voice was shrill now. ‘I don’t know where Warren is.’
‘When did you kill him, Diane?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Tell her, Ms Scott. I don’t know where Warren is and I didn’t kill him. I love him.’
‘Ask her if she noticed how the kids look like Warren. What hers would have looked like,’ Tony said.
‘Did you notice how the kids all looked like Warren?’
‘Of course they did. They were his children. His bad seeds, that’s what he called them. He’s the one who said they had to die, not me.’ She was shouting now, in spite of Scott’s hand on her shoulder.
‘Did they make you wonder how your child would have looked? If he’d let you have his child?’
Scott pushed back her chair. ‘That’s it. I’ve had enough of this. My client is a victim of this evil man. Your bullying tactics are entirely unacceptable. When you have some evidence, come and talk to us.’
‘Remind her that she failed,’ Tony said. ‘She’s the last of the line but he’ll go on.’
Carol ignored her and stared at Diane Patrick. ‘You’ve failed, haven’t you? You only got four of them. The rest of them, they’re out there. Taunting you. The children you could never have. They’ll grow up, Warren’s children. They’ll carry his bloodline. But when you die, they’ll draw a line. The bad seed ends with you. You and your barren womb.’
Diane’s teeth drew back in a snarl and she threw herself across the table at Carol. But Bronwen Scott was fast, and she grabbed her client. ‘It’s OK, Diane. Take it easy. Don’t let her get to you. They’ve got nothing, that’s why she’s trying to provoke you.’
The tension of the moment was broken by a knock on the door. Stacey came in and identified herself for the benefit of the tape. ‘I need to talk to you for a moment, ma’am,’ she said formally.
Carol suspended the tapes and followed Stacey into the hallway. Tony rushed out of the observation room to join them. ‘What is it, Stacey?’ Carol said.
‘Kevin’s been talking to DPS clients,’ she said. ‘He was checking the calls from DPS’s phones, making sure they were client calls and not something more sinister. Anyway, Kevin thought while he was on that he’d check the last time they’d seen Warren Davy. And he made a note of all the times. When I realised what he’d done, I ran a check against the times when we know the killer was on Rig, chatting to his victims. And the places he was sending his messages from. And a clear pattern emerges. Warren has solid alibis for at least twenty of the online sessions. He couldn’t have been stalking the victims. He was with clients in completely different locations.’ She handed Carol a sheaf of paper. ‘That’s where Warren was. And that’s where the messages were being sent from at the same time.’
Carol tipped her head back. ‘Halle-fucking-lujah.’
‘So much for breaking her with psychology,’ Tony said wryly.
Carol patted his shoulder. ‘We softened her up. Now for the sucker punch. I’m going to enjoy this.’