"Last night was..." Jonathan leaned forward currently to look at the notebook on the table. It always had the date, after all. "Friday night? Well, fuck, who cares what I said on a Friday night? I was probably wrecked. Doesn't mean I was on a killing spree. And what sort of idiot gets drunk before they off a bloke like that?" Why the hell would he stupidly take down a bloke like that? He knew he could barely remember it but he wouldn't have done it. It went against all logic.

"If I wanted to look out for my family, I wouldn't be this stupid. Nah, I never did it. Think about it, Mr Hunt. I heard rumours you have a brain so try to prove it." He leaned passed Chris and Gene, eyeing up the door. "Where's your DI Tyler?"