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“And you still maintain that you’ve no clue who killed John Saville,” Wilson stated.
“No idea. I was blacking out when he was pulled away. I’ve told you this countless times. How many times do I need to repeat myself?” Shelley asked, exasperated.
“Mind your cheek!” PC Simmons warned.
“You mind your own manners and don’t worry about mine,” Shelley retorted.
Wilson raised an eyebrow at Shelley’s feistiness. “Seems there’s a side to you we’ve not seen before.”
“Well, I’ve never hidden it. Nor do I excuse my personality. But I’m tired of being treated like this. I was Mr Saville’s victim.He attacked me, not me, him. He tampered with my car to force a confrontation. John Saville was just a nameless customer until he became the man who tried to kill me. I didn’t flirt with him despite what my manager stated.”
“No, your colleagues, when we interviewed them, did say you kept to yourself. Which is why I’m questioning this story of Jo Perrin. She has put a large target on your back with Mr Saville’s family. If you could remember something that would give us a lead to his killer…” Wilson said and paused.
Shelley shook her head. She’d never mention Ghoul. “Honestly, I’ve nothing. I was blacking out and suffering a lot of pain. Detective Inspector, I won’t make up a lie to give you something to chase. That’s wasting your time.”
“Okay, so do you remember anything about the car crash?”
“No, it was brake failure, wasn’t it?” Shelley asked, confused.
“Yes. But did you see anyone hanging around it? Suspicious behaviour?” Wilson pressed.
“The only thing that comes to mind was when the car was serviced,” Shelley said.
“Could your attack and the car accident be linked?”
“How would I know? I’ve no idea what’s happening. I prefer a quiet life. This is anything but.”
Shelley moved and tugged on her scarf before she realised what she was doing. Wilson’s eyes latched onto her throat and widened.
“It appears, Miss Evans, you’re hiding things from me,” he accused.
“No. The attack was reported at the resort we were staying at, and the local police were informed.”
“Miss Evans, those bruises look serious. It’s clear you’ve been attacked again.”
“Yes, I was. Someone broke into our holiday home and tried to strangle me. He got spooked when Charlie and Drew heard the commotion and fled. We returned to England because Drew thought it was safer,” Shelley said with a sigh.
“How well do you know Mr Martin? Could he be behind this?” Wilson pressed.
“No, definitely not. The man who assaulted me had blue eyes, whereas Drew has brown eyes. There was also a difference in their builds. The guy was bulkier than Drew. And Drew was with Charlie when I was attacked, so it can’t be him,” Shelley explained.
“Maybe someone he hired?”
“DI Wilson, I’m lost as to why you’re fixated on Drew being the bad guy here; he’s not. He’s a good friend and very supportive,” Shelley said.
There was a knock, and a WPC poked her head in. “Miss Evans’s solicitor is here.”
“What solicitor?” Shelley asked, confused. “Did I need one?”
Another woman barged past the first and marched around to where Shelley sat, staring down at DI Wilson and PC Parker.
“Yes, Miss Evans, you did. My name is Liadun O’Cleirigh, and I will be representing you. Why are you questioning Miss Evans without counsel?” Liadun demanded, turning to Wilson.
“This is just—”
“Did they tell you your rights?” Liadun snapped, cutting Wilson off.
“No, why?”
