‘This was on Wednesday morning?’

David scratched his head. ‘Yes, it must have been Wednesday. I slept most of the day, then went out to the pub again that night. Then I got back to my room and slept again, until the police banged on my door and drove me here.’

‘So, on the night of Julian Forbes’s murder, you slept on a bench somewhere in Norwich?’

‘Yes.’

‘Mr Millar,’ Jazz sighed. ‘You realise that information doesn’t help you? There’s unlikely to be anyone to corroborate your story.’

‘I know.’ David nodded. ‘But what’s the point anyway, even if someone could? Your colleague insisted that I would still have had time to visit Julian Forbes in his office at seven, persuade him to get in his car and drive at gun-point or knife-point to St Stephen’s, do him in, then drive back again to Norwich in time to have a quick drink, then fall asleep on a park bench. And this morning, he told me my fingerprints were all over the trunk in which Julian was found.’

‘Mr Millar, it was your son’s trunk. It was Rory’s trunk.’ Jazz stressed the fact in an attempt to try and ignite even a basic level of fighting spirit in the man.

‘Really?’ David raised his eyebrows. ‘I didn’t know that.’

‘So, you haven’t admitted to killing Julian Forbes?’

‘No.’

‘And are you sticking to that statement?’

‘Of course I am!’

Jazz tapped her pen on the desk. ‘I only ask, as you continually seem to change your story on whether or not you murdered Charlie Cavendish.’

‘I told you, Inspector, I may have done. I honestly can’t remember.’

‘And that’s what you told Chief Inspector Coughlin? That you “can’t remember”?’

‘Yes.’

Jazz was silent for a while. Then she nodded. ‘Okay, Mr Millar. Thank you.’

‘Is that it? Aren’t you going to give me the third degree like the other copper did?’ David seemed surprised.

‘No, that’s all I need.’ She pressed a buzzer and the constable came in. ‘Take Mr Millar down to his cell, will you?’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

David stood up, walked to the door, then turned back to Jazz.

‘I understand, you know. If I’ve admitted I killed Charlie Cavendish when I was pissed, why shouldn’t I have done the same to my ex-wife’s boyfriend? For all I know, I might have done. I was very drunk on Tuesday. And I’ve got the perfect motive. Julian was a tosser and I hated the thought of him bringing up Rory in my place. And I’m sure there were a few witnesses who heard me say I wanted to kill Julian in the middle of town a few days ago.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m stuffed, really, aren’t I?’

‘We’ll speak later.’ Jazz nodded, and watched him leave the room.

‘Ma’am, DS Miles is outside. Do you want me to send him in?’ asked the constable.

‘Thank you.’

Jazz clicked off her mobile as Miles entered the room.

‘You called?’

‘Yes. Sit, Miles, please.’ Jazz indicated a chair with her pen. ‘Have you heard about the Millar arrest?’ she asked.