‘Building sites mostly.’

‘And suddenly you’re rubbing shoulders with a wealthy and attractive young woman from the right side of the tracks.’

Oram looked from Clarke to Esson and back again. ‘Is this going anywhere?’

‘It was Gaby who found the body – did you know that? Door was open when she passed it with a guy she’d picked up at a party. Another coincidence, you reckon?’

‘World is full of them,’ Oram said, folding his arms.

Clarke glanced at Esson, who gave a slight twitch of the mouth, indicating she had nothing to add. There was a knock at the door. Malcolm Fox’s head appeared.

‘That’s Driscoll all lawyered up,’ he said. Clarke nodded that she was on her way. She turned back to Oram as the door closed.

‘Know who DI Fox is talking about?’ she asked. ‘Rob Driscoll?’ Oram shook his head. ‘He’s a uniformed officer at Tynecastle police station. Staff there seem to be regulars at Elemental.’

‘Are we done here?’ Oram demanded.

‘I’d like you to stick around for a bit, if you don’t mind. In case we think of anything else …’

Rob Driscoll’s solicitor was a steely-haired woman in late middle age, dressed in an immaculate trouser suit. Her name was Susan Jones, and she favoured an iPad over a pad of paper. The device’s blue protective cover was folded open so that it could sit propped on the table in front of her. She puckered her mouth to let the detectives know she was ready, while her client sat next to her with his hands in his pockets. With Tommy Oram stewing in IV1, they had taken possession of IV2, Fox commenting that more rooms might be needed if they were going to bring in the whole of Tynecastle.

‘You were Francis Haggard’s friend as well as a co-worker?’ Clarke began.

‘Yes,’ Driscoll said.

‘Ever visit his flat in Newhaven?’

‘Plenty times.’

‘Did you do drugs there with him?’

‘No comment.’

‘Or see him do drugs himself?’

‘We’re none of us angels.’

‘Is that a yes?’

‘It’s a no comment.’

‘What about the break-in at his home?’ Fox added. ‘Anything to tell us about that?’

‘No comment.’

‘We were asking you earlier,’ Fox went on, ‘if you knew who stood to gain most from his death …’

‘No comment.’

Clarke leaned forward. ‘Is that how we’re playing this, Rob? I mean, it’s up to you, obviously, but as of right now, you are our main suspect. You were the one he was planning to meet the night he was killed. You were the one he trusted.’

Driscoll stared across the table at her. ‘You’ve got his phone, right? So you must know I tried calling him again at midnight, by which time his body had already been found.’

‘How do you know what time the body was discovered?’

‘I’m a cop.’