Читать книгу Tick Tock - Mel Sherratt - Страница 16

In an empty classroom, Perry was sitting across from sixteen-year-old Thomas Riley. Thomas was in the same year as their victim but in a different set of classes.

Nathan Stiller sat next to him. At Perry’s suggestion, he’d placed three chairs in a triangle without a table between them. Although everything he said would be written down, Perry didn’t want Thomas to think he was being interviewed. Thomas could be placed in a chemistry lesson with his fellow pupils and teacher at the time the murder took place, so the less stress Perry caused the better.

‘Do you know what’s happened, Thomas?’ Perry started, knowing that rumours were bound to be going around the school.

‘It’s Tom,’ the boy replied. ‘Is it true that Lauren’s dead?’

‘We believe so,’ Perry replied.

‘You believe so?’ Tom looked confused. ‘Don’t you know?’

‘There has to be an official identification of the body, but we think it’s her.’

Tom’s face became stern as he bit his bottom lip. Perry could see he was wrestling with his emotions, trying to keep his grief hidden.

‘I can’t go into detail, but I do need to ask you a few questions, Tom.’ Perry rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together as he leaned forwards. ‘You’re not in any trouble. Can you tell me when you last saw Lauren?’

‘This morning, a few minutes before classes started.’

‘Did you meet at school or before?’

‘At school. She lives in the opposite direction to me and gets a lift in. Her mum drops her off.’

Perry noted he was still speaking of Lauren in the present tense. ‘And was she okay?’

‘She seemed fine.’ Tom nodded fervently. ‘She came rushing over like her usual self. She was always late, so we never got a lot of time together in the mornings. It was just to say hello, you know?’

Perry smiled: he could recall a few times he’d had illicit kisses before the bell went off for lessons to start.

‘Do you know if she’d fallen out with any of her friends? Had there been any arguments lately?’

‘I don’t think so.’

‘Had she many close friends?’

‘She was always with the twins – Courtney and Caitlin.’

‘Piggott,’ Nathan added.

Thomas nodded. ‘Teagan Cole and Sophie Bishop, too.’

Perry wondered if Grace knew about Teagan. He made a mental note to check.

‘We were talking about going to the cinema this weekend, what we wanted to watch,’ Thomas continued. ‘That was the last thing we spoke about.’

‘So you don’t know of anything that had been troubling her?’ Perry asked one last time. ‘She hadn’t mentioned any problems at home, or at school?’

‘She didn’t like her step-dad much, but he seemed okay to me.’

‘What did she say about him?’

‘Just that he was always watching her.’

‘Was she worried?’ Perry’s senses went on to alert.

‘I don’t think so, but she said he was a bit strict. I think she missed her dad. She kept saying he didn’t tell her what to do all the time like Alan did.’

Perry relaxed a little then. ‘How long had you been seeing each other?’

‘About three months.’

‘Did you visit each other’s homes?’

‘Yes.’

‘And you didn’t see anything to worry about?’

Thomas shook his head.

‘Okay, Tom, that’s all for now.’ Perry backed off, seeing the lad’s hands had started to shake.

The door opened and a man marched into the room. He was in his mid-forties, with the demeanour of a warrior ready to battle.

Tom got to his feet and rushed into his arms. ‘Dad, she’s dead.’ He burst into tears. ‘Lauren’s dead.’

‘It’s true?’ The man glared at Perry over his son’s head.

‘And you are?’ Perry asked, avoiding answering his question.

‘Oliver Riley. And you have no right to question my son without me being present.’

Perry nodded. ‘I agree, but we weren’t questioning him, and the headmaster was present too.’

‘The detective has been asking Thomas questions about Lauren, nothing more, Mr Riley,’ Nathan started, ‘and I was—’

‘I don’t care whether you were here or not. You still have no right.’ He let go of Tom. ‘Come on, we’re going home.’ He took out a business card and threw it on the table. ‘If you need anything else, contact me and I’ll bring along my lawyer.’

‘Mr Riley!’ Nathan followed Thomas and his father as they left the room.

Perry chewed his lip. He knew the anger from Mr Riley was reasonable. It was fear that made some people respond that way. Most fathers would be wary of their son getting the blame for something they didn’t do. He might be fearful they were going to stitch him up – people still thought the police did things like that. Plus Perry guessed that, despite his harsh demeanour, even Mr Riley could be feeling guilty that his son was okay and another child had been murdered. It was all reflexes.

Nathan came back into the room after a few minutes.

‘That was dreadful!’ he exclaimed, sitting down with a thump. ‘I’m sorry he was so sharp. He shouldn’t have been so rude.’

‘It’s understandable.’ Perry waved away his comment. ‘It’s a hard thing to get your head around.’

‘Especially when she was so young, with her whole life ahead of her. And you have no idea who it might be?’

‘We’ll have lots to go on soon.’ Perry wouldn’t be drawn.

They sat in silence for a moment.

‘Do you see many crimes like this one?’ Nathan asked quietly.

‘Thankfully, no.’

‘So terribly sad.’ Nathan stood up quickly. ‘I need to find something to do. Someone will want my help somewhere, I’m sure.’

Once Nathan had left the room, Perry sighed. So many ways to deal with grief. Keeping busy was one of them. It helped until the quiet set in, when everything came rushing back. It couldn’t stay away for long.

Nathan turned to Perry as he got to the door. ‘You will catch whoever did this, won’t you?’ He spoke in a distressed tone.

‘We’re on to it.’ Perry looked at him with as much reassurance as he could muster.