Chapters (90)
I’m like at my bus stop on my way to school reading a long text from Serena when Tom Bowles’ car stops beside me. Tom Bowles gets out. I am seriously scared. He is a Murder Suspect. I get my phone out and start to think who to phone, like not Serena, and Holly will be here any minute, and not my mam and not my dad because he wouldn’t have a clue. And not the guards because I would have to confess about the bin. But Tom Bowles doesn’t attack me. He says, Hello, Miss. It’s Suzy isn’t it?
Hiya.
Do you remember me?
Yeah, you’re the Ballyshane guy.
Is that how you say it? I thought it was pronounced Ballyshane.
No it’s shaan, like there’s a fada on the a. Like bane field, you know. I don’t know, it’s how we say Irish names around here. It’s different. It’s not English English.
I knew I should shut up.
Could I ask you a favour?
There’s no harm in asking. I might not do it though.
That’s perfectly fine. I’m sure you know that the police brought me in for questioning about that terrible murder.
I nodded. I didn’t know what to say. What Do You Say To A Murder Suspect?
Well, the thing is I didn’t do it and I have an alibi. Unfortunately, for reasons which I will reveal to you shortly, I didn’t want to use my alibi. It was just a fishing expedition this time. If it had been more serious I would have had to use it. But I get the feeling they don’t like me and they would like nothing better than to set me up. Do you catch my drift?
My bus is coming.
I think you should miss your bus.
I can’t I’ll be late for school.
I’ll drive you in.
No thanks. Here’s the bus now and here’s my friend Holly.
It’s about the night you set fire to my bin.
Oh.
I stayed where I was. Holly came running with her bag bouncing on her back. She shouted to me as she got on. She was in such a hurry she didn’t notice that I was staying. Then the bus pulled off and I saw Holly’s face glued to the glass watching us. Then Thirty Other Faces Turned Too. All these people looking at me. It felt like I was being left behind in some extermination camp or a ghetto. Like you see. The one who’s left behind gets sent to the gas chamber. I don’t know, maybe I’m making that up. Was it ever a film?
Hop in, my dear, Tom Bowles said. I’ll drive you to school.