‘I’m a police officer,’ he murmured. ‘I do want to talk to you about one of Mr Sullivan’s cars, one that’s been stolen, but not here.’
‘What?’ Maxwell murmured. He seemed hesitant, not sure whether to believe what he was being told.
‘I’ll explain outside. It’s all right; your boss doesn’t know I’m a cop. Play along with it and she never will.’
The boy shrugged. ‘Okay,’ he said. ‘This is a wee bit hush-hush, isn’t it?’
Haddock let him lead the way outside, then directed him to the waiting car.
‘This is my boss,’ he told Maxwell, as he ushered him into the back seat, behind Pye.
‘Nice tae meet you,’ the teenager said, turning to face Haddock as he slid in and closed the door. ‘This has got fuck all to do with one of my uncle’s cars, has it?’
‘Oh it has, really.’
‘Bollocks, you’re pulling in the usual suspects, aren’t you?’
‘Is that how you see yourself, son?’ Pye asked him.
‘No, but you guys do. You were always after me in Cumbernauld, after . . .’
‘After your wee bit of bother?’
‘Aye!’ He hunched up in the car as if he was trying to make himself as small as possible. ‘They never left me alone. But when I got beat up in the school, and I did often enough, they never wanted tae know.’
‘You should have kept your cock in your pants, son, shouldn’t you?’ the DCI retorted.
‘It was a stitch-up,’ Maxwell protested.
‘You weren’t flashing? It was somebody else’s? Is that what you’re saying?’
‘No, but . . . Look, I was caught short in the park, and the toilets were locked. I was burstin’ so I had a slash against the wall of the bogs. It turned out there were three wee girls behind me, with their mothers. I never saw them, and they never saw me, until the two cops yelled at me. I turned around; I still had my thing in my hand. The two mothers started laughin’, but the polis didn’t. They arrested me, and they told the women they had to make a complaint. They said I’d done it before and that I needed to be stopped.’
‘Come on, lad,’ Haddock said, patiently. ‘You were fourteen and you did something stupid. That doesn’t make you a bad person for life, and we’re not here to dig it all up, unless you give us cause. Why would two cops fit you up, and for exposure of all things?’
‘Because my dad was their sergeant,’ the boy exclaimed, his voice rising, ‘and they fuckin’ hated him. With the women’s statements, there was nothing he could do. I went before the Children’s Panel, I got put on a social work report, and my dad got transferred to the other side of Glasgow, which was what those two shitebags wanted all along.’
He was on the verge of tears. ‘With him gone I got picked on big time at the school. Then my mum and dad fell out. She said he never stood up for me, and she chucked him out. She told Uncle Callum that he’d gone off wi’ a bird, but he never did. She never told my uncle the truth; she never told him what had happened, and she made me promise I never would either.’
‘Shit,’ Pye murmured. ‘I’m sorry, kid, but he knows now.’
The boy buried his face in his hands. ‘Thanks a fuckin’ million,’ he mumbled.
‘We’d no choice,’ the DCI said.
‘Help us with something,’ Haddock asked. ‘What time this morning did you get to the Seabird Centre?’
Maxwell sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. ‘Quarter to nine,’ he replied. ‘There was a film show in the theatre last night, and it always needs sweepin’ out after one of them. That’s my job. Why? How does that help you?’
‘It tells us that you weren’t the guy in the hoodie who ran away from your uncle’s stolen BMW after it was involved in an accident in Edinburgh this morning.’
He stared, bleary eyed, at the DS. ‘You weren’t kiddin’ about the stolen car?’
‘No.’
‘Somebody stole Cosie?’
‘We’re afraid so,’ Haddock replied.
‘That’s a bugger; I like driving that car. Is it smashed up?’
‘Not too badly. Do you spend much time at Kingston, Maxwell?’
‘Uh-huh. Quite a lot. I like it there. I keep the place tidy, I clean it up after the upholstery man and when a car’s ready to go to the main showroom, I’ll give it a polish first.’
‘Do you ever take friends along to help?’
The boy’s face darkened. ‘I don’t have many friends. I was an incomer at North Berwick High, and I don’t play rugby, so nobody really wanted to know me. There’s Hazel and Dino, that’s all; they’ve been down at Kingston. Why are you asking anyway?’
‘We’re considering the possibility that the break-in might have been done by somebody who knew the place.’
‘No way!’ The protest was instant and loud. ‘They wouldn’t do that.’
‘How long have you known them?’ Pye asked.
‘I met Hazel at North Berwick High when I went there. She moved out here from Edinburgh last April. She was at a fee-payin’ school there but her dad’s business went bust and she had to leave.’
‘Is she your girlfriend?’
He shrugged. ‘I suppose.’ He looked sideways at Haddock, anxious. ‘Will she have tae find out about what happened in Cumbernauld?’
‘You haven’t told her?’
‘No chance. What would she think of me?’
‘If she really likes you, she’d believe the story you told us.’
‘Do you believe it?’
‘I’ll tell you how much I do,’ the sergeant replied. ‘We’re all one force in Scotland now, and you’re no longer a minor. If you want to file a complaint with us against the officers who arrested you, on the basis that they coerced the two women into making statements accusing you of . . . what you were charged with . . . we’ll see that it’s investigated.’ He looked at the DCI. ‘Agreed, boss?’
‘Absolutely,’ Pye said. ‘Now,’ he continued, ‘what about Dino?
‘He’s local; he’s twenty-three. I met him at the centre. He’s about the harbour a lot. His dad’s a lobster fisherman and Dino works with him. His name isn’t really Dino; it’s Dean.’
‘Surnames?’
‘Hazel’s is Mackail, Dino’s is Francey. You’re not goin’ to talk to them, are you?’
‘Have either of them ever been inside the stolen BMW, Cosie?’ the DCI asked.
Maxwell nodded. ‘Both of them. There was a gig in the Corn Exchange in Haddington a couple of weeks ago, and four of us went: me, Haze, Dino and his girlfriend, Singer. Uncle Callum let me take the car.’
‘Then I’m afraid we will need to speak to them. We’ll need their fingerprints, and yours.’
‘We never took it!’ the boy protested.
‘We’re not saying you did,’ Haddock reassured him, ‘but you’ll have left traces. Our crime scene people will need to be able to eliminate yours.’
‘Do you do this with every car theft?’
‘No, we don’t, but this one’s different. Your vehicle is connected to a crime, a serious crime.’
His eyes widened. ‘A bank robbery? Was it a getaway car?’
The DS shook his head. ‘No, not a robbery. You don’t need to know the details.’
‘He’ll find out as soon as he sees the news on telly, Sauce,’ Pye pointed out. ‘It’s a suspicious death, Maxwell. The body of a wee girl was found in the boot.’
The boy cringed; his hand went to his mouth. ‘You’re kidding,’ he gasped.
‘I wish I was.’
In a flash, a hard, accusatory look came into his eyes. ‘And you thought I might have . . . Usual fucking suspects right enough.’ He reached for the door handle. ‘Let me out of here!’
Haddock caught his arm. ‘Son, we’ve got a tough job. We’re accountable, to our bosses, to the public, but most of all to that dead kid. We have to follow up everything; we can’t make exceptions. Everybody who’s been in that car has to be traced and eliminated until we’re left with only one person, the man who took wee Zena.’
‘Was that her name?’ Maxwell asked; he was calm once more.
The DS nodded. ‘I won’t lie to you. Your history did come up and it did interest us. We’d have been negligent if we hadn’t followed it up, but as soon as we established your whereabouts this morning, you were in the clear. The same goes for your uncle.’