“We’ll look into it.” Corstorphine paused, watching Craig closely as he asked the next question. “What can you tell us of your movements during the last two weeks?”

“You think I had an involvement in the murders?”

“Did you?”

Craig didn’t answer immediately, his eyes fixed on the table between them. “I’ve thought about killing the people that did those things to us, yes, of course I have. Any of us will have had the same thoughts.” His eyes raised from contemplation of the table to match Corstorphine’s piercing stare. “I don’t have the guts to kill them. I wish I did.”

Corstorphine’s eyebrow refused to rise. He was speaking the truth. “I still need to know where you’ve been over the last two weeks.”

“I’ve been replacing power lines north of Inverness over the last month. Monday to Friday. Just call the Inverness office, they’ll be able to confirm.”

“And weekends?”

“I spend the weekends with my wife and family.” Craig’s expression changed in an instant to pleading. “I don’t want my wife to know about any of this, anything that happened at the orphanage. You can talk to her but don’t tell her about the abuse, please. I’m not sure I can take it.”

“We’ll not mention anything about the orphanage, Craig, but it’s already in the press. I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to keep your involvement quiet.”

“Then I’m not saying anything.” He made to stand.

“Wait!” Corstorphine held his hand level to the table, indicating that he regain his seat. “None of us here will release the names of people involved, you have my word on that. The press doesn’t know your names. They only have Margo and Oscar – neither of whom were orphans. I’ll talk to the reporter at the Courier, make sure she doesn’t name any of you, even if she somehow manages to get that information. That’s the best I can do, Craig. Either way you stand the same risk of being identified. If you don’t help us with this investigation that’s your prerogative, but without your help it will be that more difficult to put these people behind bars. Will you help us? Or do you want to live with the possibility you had one chance to get back at them and bottled it?”

Craig’s expression reflected the conflict going on inside his mind.

“I’ll give you a statement.” The words came reluctantly, in a quiet monotone.

Corstorphine nodded. “I’ll do everything I can to protect your identity, you and the others. You have my word on it. In the meantime, I want you to remember everyone that you saw at the orphanage. Names, dates if you can, what they did.”