‘Have we met before?’ asks Quinn.

‘How could we? I’ve never been ’ere, ’ave I?’

‘Oh, I was sure I’d seen you here a few times before.’

‘Not me.’

‘Are you related to Kevin?’ asks Archer.

Tighe frowns. ‘No.’

‘You wear the same clothes and have the same hairstyle. I just thought . . .’

Tighe folds his arms and tuts. ‘We’re not related!’

Archer smiles inside. Tighe’s sass is more sweet than sour.

‘Just mates then.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I suppose if you were related then Kevin wouldn’t have dropped you in it like he just did,’ lies Quinn.

Tighe frowns as he stares back at Quinn.

Archer and Quinn say nothing as they let that seed take root and grow.

‘John, why did you steal the Range Rover?’ asks Archer.

His face pales. ‘I didn’t.’

‘That’s not what Kevin told us,’ says Archer.

‘We have lots of nice photos of you and Kevin driving the Range Rover,’ says Quinn.

Tighe chews his lip.

Quinn looks at Archer. ‘Two years prison sentence. Five-thousand-quid fine. Driving ban.’

‘At least,’ replies Archer.

Quinn turns back to Tighe. ‘And Kevin can look after himself while you are inside.’

Tighe’s eyes widen and begin to well. ‘We didn’t steal it, I swear! It’d been sitting there for days untouched. We just fancied a peek inside. The door was unlocked and the keys were in the ignition. Why not take it for a ride? You would, wouldn’t ya, nice motor like that.’

‘You didn’t think to report it to the police?’

Tighe sniffs and folds his arms. ‘Was going to. Eventually.’

‘Have you seen the car before?’

He hesitates before answering. ‘Sometimes.’

‘So you know who the owner is?’

‘No.’

Quinn slides across an ANPR photo with Lewis Faulkner inside the car.

‘Do you recognise this man?’

‘No.’

‘Kevin said you do know him. You sold him crack,’ bluffs Quinn.

Tighe’s face drops. ‘He’s lying. I didn’t sell nuffin’ to him.’

‘But you have done?’

‘No I ’aven’t.’

‘You and Kevin are known to us, although from what we can gather, he seems an unwilling participant in this crime.’

Archer notices Tighe’s Adam’s apple drop like a brick as he unwittingly swallows the bait.

‘I told you we didn’t steal it. We just borrowed it.’

‘Of course you did.’

‘The man who owns the car has gone missing,’ says Archer.

‘Where did you find it?’

‘In Bow.’

‘Whereabouts in Bow?’

‘It was parked by a church.’

‘Bow Church?’

‘No, the other one. St Catherine’s.’

‘Didn’t know you were a churchgoer,’ says Quinn.

‘I’m not.’

‘What were you doing there?’

‘We was at the old toilets opposite.’

Tighe rubs his thighs and seems unsure if he should continue.

‘We’re only interested in the car and its owner, John,’ says Archer. ‘Were you and Kevin dealing in the toilets?’

‘Only blow, I swear to you.’