Irrefutable Evidence: A Crime Thriller

Irrefutable Evidence: A Crime Thriller by David George Clarke

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by the lift on the second floor, entering the lift, leaving the lift at the car park level, getting into your car and driving away — following which we now have enhanced shots from the traffic cameras that show your car picking up Miruna Peptanariu on Forest Road West at one ten a.m. and shots of her in your car with you at various locations in and beyond the city. Further, at various times between two ten and two forty a.m. there are images of you driving your car alone back in the direction of Nottingham. At two forty-two a.m., the hotel’s cameras again show you parking your car in the hotel car park and walking through the car park towards the stairs. You are then shown briefly passing the lift door on the second floor, so presumably you took the stairs all the way to the second floor. What would your reaction be to this sequence of events I have just described?”
    Henry was silent. His eyes wandered in disbelief from the photographs in front of him to McPherson and then to Jennifer, who was scribbling notes. He sighed. “My reaction, Inspector, is one of incredulity. I simply cannot explain it.”
    “OK, Mr Silk, further to everything I’ve described, as you know from the preliminary examination of your car by DC Cotton this morning, a red, high-heeled left shoe was found under the front passenger seat. That shoe has been compared with a right shoe worn by Miruna Peptanariu when her body was found and the two make a perfect pair in brand, style, size, colour, wear pattern and general condition. We shall be conducting DNA tests on the shoe insoles, but there seems little doubt that the shoe found in your car belonged to the victim. Can you tell us anything about the shoes, Mr Silk?”
    Henry raised his arms, palms outstretched. “I am at a total loss, Inspector.”
    “Mr Silk, we have examined the mobile phone you voluntarily passed over to us.”
    Henry turned and nodded to Charles Keithley to agree that this had happened.
    McPherson continued. “Amongst the calls made on the phone, there is a record of a call made at twelve fifty a.m. last Saturday, the thirty-first of May, to a prepaid phone account that we know was used by Miruna Peptanariu. This call was made a few minutes before the Old Nottingham Hotel’s CCTV footage shows you leaving the hotel. Could you tell us anything about that?”
    Henry felt as if he were at the losing end of a twelve-round boxing match. His head was dizzy, his mouth horribly dry. He had protested his complete ignorance of everything that had been thrown at him and yet the blows kept coming.
    McPherson waited, knowing that often at this stage, silence was the best strategy. His suspect was buckling; he could feel it. He turned his head a fraction in order to see Jennifer out of the corner of his eye. She had finished scribbling notes and was staring intently at Henry Silk, her face expressionless, but McPherson could feel her tension.
    Henry’s eyes slowly focussed on the table top in front of him.
    “I can tell you nothing about any phone call made at that time. I can tell you nothing about any of this.”
    He turned and leaned over to talk in Charles Keithley’s ear. McPherson could sense a confession coming, but Jennifer was still puzzled. She had been trying to come to terms with how someone so apparently pleasant, intelligent and open as Henry Silk appeared to be could also be a cold, calculating killer. It was the first time she had been in such close proximity to someone like him and she was trying to analyse every movement of his face, every shrug, every crossing and uncrossing of his arms. She felt that he was using his acting abilities to their fullest, drawing on everything he’d ever learned to portray an innocent victim of circumstance while really being as guilty as hell. At least she had reached that conclusion based on more evidence than her bosses had used. But then again, perhaps their years of experience had given them insight into the man’s character that

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