Anthony’s American accent was beginning to fray around the edges, a hint of Scottish creeping in. ‘You go. I want to have a word, with The Man. Off the record.’

‘I have to advise you not to say anything to the inspector—’

‘I’m cool.’ The smile became a grin. ‘They know I didn’t kill anyone.’

‘Don’t tell him anything.’ The lawyer pointed a chewed finger at Logan. ‘If I even think you’ve tried to coerce my client, I’ll have you suspended quicker than you can say “misconduct”.’

‘Constable Buchan, escort Mr Blake to the canteen. And make sure he doesn’t steal any spoons.’

As soon as the door closed again, Anthony sat forward in his seat. ‘Is she OK? Rowan? ’

‘Bit late to worry about that now, isn’t it? After what you made her do? ’

‘She was so . . . happy, yeah? All these years her mom’s treated her like she’s a little kid or something: telling her where she can go, who she can speak to, who she can love.’ Anthony shook his head. ‘You know she slit her wrists when the old bitch said she couldn’t see me any more? The pills weren’t working, she was miserable the whole time. So yeah: I made her happy.’

‘Is there a point to this, Anthony? Or are you just showing off as usual.’

‘She was like a zombie on the pills, she hated it. Lumbering through the weeks like she wasn’t even there.’ He wriggled forward in his seat. ‘You never love someone enough that you’ll do anything for them? And I’m not talking about a box of candy and some flowers, or dinner and a movie, I mean change the whole world just ’cos it makes them glow? ’

‘You made her kill people.’

‘Yeah, you’re all outraged and shit, but I’ve never seen her that alive before. You know? She’s living the dream.’ He smiled. ‘And you can’t do her for the murders – she wasn’t in her right mind. It’s not her fault.’

‘No, it’s not.’ Logan stood. ‘It’s yours. And do you know what? As we’re off the record: you’re going down for at least eight years, and the people you stole from? They’ll have someone inside waiting for you.’ He held up his hands. ‘I’m not trying to threaten you, or pressure you into making a deal, I’m just letting you know you’re well and truly screwed. You’re responsible for every one of those deaths, and the poor sods who got crippled. You won’t last a month.’

Anthony picked at a chip on the tabletop. ‘I. . .’ He licked his lips. Looked up at the camera, sitting dead high up on the wall. ‘I did it all for her.’

‘You tell the guys in the shower block that. The ones with the homemade knives.’