Page 248 of Murder in the Family

NICK VINCENT (Producer)

She was taking quite a risk, giving you that alibi. She could have been prosecuted.

IAN WILSON

(gives a short dry snort)

Don’t make me fucking laugh – back then the Met couldn’t find their arses with both hands and a map. She ran rings round those stupid tossers.

And in any case, later on, after Mum died, I made it ‘worth her while’.

NICK VINCENT (Producer)

(nodding slowly)

I did wonder how she managed to afford that B&B …

Wilson raises an eyebrow and takes another drag but says nothing.

NICK VINCENT (Producer)

So, let’s get back to what actually happened that night.

You arrange to go round there. But he didn’t let you in, did he?

IAN WILSON

(picking up his cigarette and taking a long drag)

He said he wanted to talk in the garden. It was just a fucking power play, of course. Treating me like some hairy-arsed prole.

NICK VINCENT (Producer)

What happened then?

IAN WILSON

I tried to make him see reason. Obviously.

(pause)

NICK VINCENT (Producer)

And?

IAN WILSON

Evidently he wasn’t ‘in the mood’ for discussion.

(he leans forward and flicks ash into the dish)

Things got a little heated. There was some rather undignified pushing and shoving and, well, he sort of slipped.

NICK VINCENT (Producer)

Slipped?

IAN WILSON

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