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got that slag pregnant.’
    ‘That would be Chloe Hannon?’
    ‘Yeah.’ Letisha Watson looked between the two men. ‘What’s this about? What’s he done now?’
    ‘He’s… well, we don’t know, Letisha. We were hoping you might tell us.’
    Her eyes narrowed. Suspicion in her features. ‘Why?’
    Sperring stood up. ‘Can I use your loo?’
    ‘Yeah,’ she said, not even looking at him. Sperring left the room. ‘What d’you want with me? Whatever it is, I didn’t do it. Darren, though, I bet he did whatever it was.’
    ‘When was the last time you saw Darren Richards, Letisha?’
    She shrugged. ‘Dunno. Weeks ago. Haven’t spoken in ages.’
    ‘And Chloe Hannon?’
    Her features darkened. Anger danced behind her eyes. ‘She keeps out of my way.’
    ‘So it still hurts, losing Darren to her?’
    Letisha Watson snorted. ‘He can have the fucking bitch. Made for each other. Wouldn’t take him back now, might catch something. Skank.’
    Phil nodded, seemingly in thought. ‘Letisha… how much would you say you disliked Chloe Hannon?’
    ‘Hated her.’
    Phil nodded, didn’t speak. In the silence Letisha Watson became nervous. ‘What’s this about?’
    Phil leaned forward. ‘Letisha, Chloe Hannon is dead. She was murdered.’ He waited, scrutinising her features to see what her response would be.
    Her eyes widened, suddenly fully awake. ‘You think I did it?’
    Phil kept his voice as calm and reasonable as possible. ‘We’re just talking to everyone who knew her and may have harboured a grudge against her. That’s all.’
    ‘And you think I did it?’ Her voice raised, anger and fear intermingling.
    ‘As I said, we’re —’
    She leaned forward, pointed with her lit cigarette. ‘You come into my home making accusations like that. What proof have you got? What proof?’
    ‘Can you tell us where you were Monday and Tuesday night this week, please, Letisha?’
    She paused, conflicting emotions on her face. ‘I was busy,’ she said.
    ‘You were here, weren’t you?’ said Sperring from the doorway. Phil and Letisha Watson turned. He continued. ‘Or were you out working? How long you been on the game, then?’
    Her face reddened. ‘None of your fuckin’ business.’
    ‘Just had a look in your bedroom. Not much of a boudoir, is it? Bit bargain basement, if you ask me. You could at least put some covers on the mattress. Hide the stains if nothing else.’ He stepped into the room. ‘You always meet them here, do you? Or do you do house calls? I’d do house calls if I were you. Be hard enough getting a hard-on surrounded by all this bloody rubbish.’
    She stood up, pointed to the door. ‘Get out. Now. Both of you.’
    Phil stood, irritated at his DS’s behaviour, trying to salvage something from the situation. ‘Look, Letisha, we just want to know —’
    ‘I said out. And if you’ve got anything further to say to me, you do it through a solicitor.’
    ‘Bet you’re used to saying that,’ said Sperring. ‘We’ll see ourselves out.’
     
    Outside, walking along the landing, Phil was furious.
    ‘What the hell was all that about? What were you doing? We only went to question her.’
    ‘I know,’ said Sperring, smiling. ‘And I thought it was as pointless as you did. But there was something familiar about her. That’s why I went for a look round.’
    ‘Unprofessional,’ said Phil. ‘Just the kind of behaviour that could get a case kicked out of court. Or us in trouble.’
    Sperring said nothing until they were descending the stairs.
    ‘Aren’t you going to ask me what I found?’
    Phil sighed. ‘What did you find, Ian?’
    He gave a big grin. ‘Plenty.’

9
    ‘W hat d’you think?’ asked Anni.
    ‘Guilty. Definitely.’
    ‘No doubt,’ said Anni, ‘but is she sane enough to stand trial?’
    ‘Ah,’ said Marina. ‘That’s the question.’
    They were sitting in the staff canteen at Finnister House. All around them sat medical staff and care workers, taking time