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on with the next one, for the simple reason that the sheer volume of crime – and thus police work – is so great.
    To an innocent man, this latter can be a pitfall, Alex well knew. An accusation, a suspect with priors, and a high profile suspect at that! It would be all too tempting to use whatever they had to make sure that Claymore went down big time. And “all they had” apparently included a victim ID of the suspect. Of course that wasn’t definitive evidence like DNA. But it was strong and the cops seemed confident.
    And the fact that Claymore wanted to talk was not entirely re-assuring. He knew all about the naivety of the genuinely innocent man who thinks he has nothing to hide. Alex had known Elias for a few years now, every since he had represented him at the plea-bargain for unlawful escape, after he came back to the United States to face the music. Alex had been impressed at the time by Claymore’s sincerity and genuine sense of shame at his past. But that meant little now. If a man could change once, he could change again. The only thing it did mean was that Alex had a certain amount of influence with him.
    But lawyers take their instructions from clients; not the other way round. So when Claymore made it clear that he was determined to answer police questions, all Alex could do was say his piece and then step aside, while the interview took place. He would be present during the questioning and he’d step in if he felt he had to. Also, the mere fact that he had warned Claymore about the dangers, meant that his client would be wary of the tricks and traps that the cop might set.
    So now, Alex sat there in silence while Lieutenant Kropf, the very tall, thin man who headed up the investigation used his semi-aggressive rapid fire technique to try and trip up the suspect.
    “Okay so you admit that no one saw you at home at that time?” barked Kropf, at one point.
    Alex was about to tell the lieutenant to stop wasting time. He’d had his answer and was just repeating himself ad nauseum . But Claymore held out a restraining hand to silence his lawyer.
    “It’s not a question of admitting ,” Claymore replied, trying to keep his voice level. I was alone. That’s a fact. It’s not a crime to be alone.”
    “No, but it helps to have an alibi.”
    “You think I don’t know that?” asked Claymore wryly.
    In the tense silence that followed, Claymore looked around. The room was stark and bare. The furniture was limited to a table and three chairs, one for the lieutenant and one each for Claymore and Alex. Light entered the room from a high window located very close to the ceiling.
    Another police officer, a detective, stood by the door but said nothing. He was there in case the suspect decided to get “physical”. He was also there to be a witness to protect the lieutenant from false accusations. Although the interrogation was being videotaped, with Claymore’s consent, and there was a technician on the other side of the one-way glass, there were times – on the way in and the way out – when the people were out of the watchful eye of the camera.
    Also, the video camera might break down or run out of tape. Having the extra detective present was an added precaution.
    “Can you think of anything else that might prove you were at home.”
    Kropf was in his persistent mood.
    “Like what?”
    “Like a phone-call. Did anyone call you? Did you call anyone?”
    Claymore shook his head. The monotonous drone of the air conditioning was beginning to take its toll. It was more irritating than the monotonous drone of Lieutenant Kropf’s voice as he kept up a steady stream of questions that carried with them more than a hint of quiet menace.
    “I don’t remember.”
    “If you called out from your phone then there’ll be a record on your phone bill. It’s all digital now so you should get an itemized bill.”
    Alex was making a note of the suggestion. He sensed that the lieutenant was actually trying to be