Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Six

Moreau sat in her office, biting the corner of her mouth nervously, and she had a foreboding about the impending interrogation of Kay, some terrible, sad, tiresome question. She stood up, drove away the fear, opened the door, and stayed outside the case for a while.They feel more at ease now because they think the case is close.Crime scene photos are no longer the center of attention, and no one is shying away from them, they just think they've solved the problem. Bannerman's door opened a crack.Moreau knocked on the door, poking his head in before those inside had a chance to ask who it was.She was surprised to find that Bannerman was talking to his immediate boss, McKechney, who Morrow didn't even know was in the building.

McKechney was a politician, big-bellied but sharp-headed, old-fashioned and rigid, and everything was done step by step, according to procedure. Bannerman leaned against the desk, grinning, and McKechney smugly put his hands on his stomach and leaned back in the hard chair.There will always be a bond between them. It was McKechney who promoted Bannerman, and he came here to witness the prodigy he cultivated in action and solve the case himself. "Sir." She nodded. "Good job, Moreau," McKechney said, looking at Bannerman for confirmation. Bannerman gave her an encouraging smile, "Great job, I need Harris to stay here tomorrow."

But Harris has booked a flight to London, which is non-transferable. "We were only there for one morning and we came back in the afternoon." "I need him to stay here tomorrow morning. You take Wilder." Bannerman wanted Morrow to stay away from Harris and isolate Harris.He purposely brought it up in front of his superiors so that Morrow wouldn't object, since any complaint would make her one of the rebels.Without flag-waving or warning, the war has begun. "Okay," Moreau said, "I'm not going to the interrogation room." Bannerman nodded, "I've already explained, you know the suspect."

"No, um," Moreau clung to the edge of the door, "Murray's not actually a suspect." Bannerman nodded in concession. "I accept your point of view. It's the suspect's mother." He looked at McKechney. "She may be a suspect. We can't make a decision until we get there." "Those kids in the back?" "Yes, we've taken their shoes off and brought in all the antiques they had lying around," he explained to McKechney. "One of our new officers was on a routine visit found these things." He sounded as if they had discovered the British Museum there.Morrow didn't see many antiques in Kay's house. "What the hell are they?"

Bannerman pushed the stack of photocopied color photos on the desk towards Moreau.She went over and played with them with her fingers. The ink is a little scratched, and the items were photographed next to a ruler with an exhibit number next to them, making them appear to have been stolen. The first item, a silver eggcup, was found on top of a kitchen cupboard, covered with a layer of greasy dust.She can still see tiny hairs on the rim of the cup. The second was an Art Deco watch with a rectangular face set with a ring of diamonds. "It was found in a sock under her bed." Bannerman told McKechney, helping Morrow turn to the next picture, which is the scene where the watch was found. Dust, lost items scattered haphazardly on the dark blue carpet, a pair of leggings rolled into two donuts, an empty light bulb box, a celebrity magazine, the orange sock lying by the skirting board.

The third was a glazed exterior bowl found on an ironing board with brown burn marks on a vivid flower pattern that Kay had been using as an ashtray, an internet search revealed it Worth thousands of pounds. "Not that much." Moreau sounded in a bad mood. They didn't say anything, but Moreau knew what they were thinking.She didn't care, she didn't feel that they had any good opinion of her from the beginning, and she would leave here soon.She put her hand on her abdomen to comfort the fetus, and immediately realized her gaffe, and dropped her hand to the side. Bannerman politely changed the subject, looked at McKechney and said, "Is this the past?"

McKechney smiled slightly, "You have the final say." They stood up and walked past her to the door.McKechney was happy because a high-profile case was coming to an end; Bannerman was also happy because he was the one closing it.Moreau followed them at a distance. There is a row of four chairs in the remote observation room, with McKechney sitting in the middle. "Sir, this is Inspector Tamsin Leonard. It was she who found the ashtray that made us decide to search it." Morrow and Leonard sat down on both sides of McKechney. Luther walked in, checked the cameras in the interrogation room, turned on the boxy TV, and adjusted the channel.The fuzzy snowflakes on the screen disappeared, and a tall and narrow room appeared on the screen.The camera points to the door and the two empty seats, with Bannerman and Gorby in the back so their faces are out of view.They were busy taking off their jackets and putting the tapes on the table.Gorby poured three glasses of water, and Bannerman turned to smile at the camera, which seemed too slick to McKechney—he shifted in his seat dissatisfied.

Everyone is waiting, the room looks suffocatingly small, high walls, a narrow table, two large men sit on one side of the table, facing the gate, waiting, expecting to beat the next one for questioning people. The door opened slowly and McCarthy's face appeared, looking worried but silent, as if checking to see if the chair was there.Kay plods in and sits on the other side of the table with his hands clasped on the table.She quickly met McCarthy's worried eyes and blinked to let him know she was fine.Moreau wondered curiously if they knew each other. Kay looked at Bannerman and Gorby.

"Hello." She said formally. Goby nodded, and Bannerman responded with the same polite but comical tone, "Good evening, Ms. Murray." He picked up the tapes. will be recorded." Behind Morrow, McCarthy entered the observation room, pulled a chair from the wall, and watched the television screen.Moreau looked at him, and he raised his eyebrows, asking her if he could stay, and she nodded.He continued to look at the screen, frowning and worried, and Morrow was moved: McCarthy didn't know Kay, he just liked her. In the interrogation room, as Bannerman and Gorby busily unwrapped and put tapes in, Kay looked around, assuming no one had noticed her, and seemed to be looking up, looking for a window, or another door, a way out .Her eyes flicked to the camera, saw the flashing red light, and immediately realized that the machine was on, with a look of fury on her face, as if cornered.

Bannerman sat back and explained to the tape recorder what day it was, where they were, and who was there.He told Kay that they were filming, possibly being watched remotely by officers from the police department.Kay stared straight into the camera with hatred in her eyes, as if she could see her accuser through the lens. Moreau blinked at the screen in surprise, as if to erase Kay's relentless gaze. "So," began Bannerman, who they could see smiling from behind, "do you know why we called you here, Kay?" Kay didn't smile back, "Because you found something in my house that you didn't think I should have?"

"No," he answered simply, "no, because of Sarah Errol's death, which is why we met here, Sarah Errol was killed in her house, and you can come and go freely in her house, You have access to her bank account," he paused for emphasis, "because the things in your house don't seem to belong to you." "Like what?" "Hmmm," he said, looking at his scribbled notes, and then opened the folder to look at a photocopy of an eggcup photo.He decides it's better not to discuss this just yet, so he closes the folder and looks up. "Let's start from the beginning." McKechney lowered his voice and murmured, "Oh, don't." Morrow also had a sense of direction: Bannerman was about to use a delaying tactic, and she estimated that the delay might be two hours, which is usually the case. The length of time it takes to break down a suspect's defenses with lengthy questioning and ultimately defeat them.Two hours of boring questions about personal details, travel schedules, and private phone numbers that were slightly wrong, before the boredom became so unbearable that they willingly threw up their hands.It is now 10:55. "How did you get the job of nursing Mrs. Errol?" Kai blinked, then paused. "No," she said very firmly, "let's not start from the beginning, let's start with the main—" "No," Bannerman knew McKechney was watching, "we're going to start over—" "No, no!" she said firmly, "I'll tell you why: because I have four children, two of them are downstairs in the police station, they are terrified, and two are waiting at the neighbor's house. Look at me, they all go to school tomorrow morning." "I think it's more important." His voice was loud. But Kai's voice was louder, "Really? Look, I don't think so!" Moreau leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his mouth, to hide a smile. "Because," Kay continued, "I know what happened, I was there, and I know my kids, and I know they had nothing to do with it." Had she kept stressing that point, she could have won advantage, but she suddenly loses her nerve, and what seems to be a bubble of panic in her chest pushes her back into the chair, distorting her voice into a faint whine, "I knew you'd find out, I Get the kids home and get them some sleep," she cried, her face contorted into a ball.She covered her eyes with one hand, trembling. "There's no need to be afraid." Bannerman sounded annoyed. Still covering her eyes, Kay said under breath, "What the fuck are you talking about?" It wasn't what McKechney expected to see. He was no longer looking at the screen, but was looking down at the creases in his trousers. Kay dropped her hand, her eyes moist and her lips bubbling, "I'm scared for good reason!" "What did you do, Kay? You can tell us." "No! I didn't!" She paused, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, "I'm afraid not because of anything I've done, but because I don't trust you, including all of you. I know I didn't do anything, I The kids didn't do anything and I don't believe you'll figure that out!" It was a bad start, Bannerman did not expect Kai to be so eloquent and expressive.He sat back heavily, looking at her contemptuously.When she calmed down, he said calmly: "Let's start from the beginning." Kai sniffed again, the fear had receded, and the anger had returned. "How did you get Mrs. Errol's job?" Kai licked his lips, looked at the tabletop, looked at the camera, looked at Goby, then looked at Bannerman. "Well," she relented, "it goes like this: I was working as a cleaner at Mrs. Tyrine and Campbell's, and one night on the platform of the railway station I met a cleaner named Jane Manus. , a very young girl, said Sarah Errol was advertising for a nurse for her mother—” "Who is Jane Manus?" "—10 pounds an hour, so I gave up the train, went up the hill to the house, knocked on the door, Sarah opened the door, and I said to her, I heard you are hiring, although I have no qualifications -" "Who is Jane Manus?" "- Qualifications or related experience, but I'm not afraid of being tired, and I like old people, let me try, I don't need money for the first three days, and I work half a day every day. I get along very well with Mrs. Errol, so Sarah Gave me the job." Morrow glanced at Leonard over McKechney, who was standing beside Kay with an imperceptible smile on her face. "Miss Murray, you don't know the rules here," Bannerman held out a hand to stop Kay from continuing, "I ask questions and you answer them, because we need to organize information, we know what to ask—" "You need to know my full work history?" "We need context, cause and effect." Moreau had seen him do this before: use words he didn't think the person being asked would understand, and get the upper hand the moment the person was figuring out what to mean, out of the talking ground.But he was no match for Kay, who had a quick mind and quick reflexes. "You can go to someone else to find out what's going on, I have my own business, I need to end the conversation quickly." "Aha," he chuckled unhappily, "I think it's fair to say that our needs should take precedence here, and we're investigating a murder—" "But I'm helping you, and I'm glad I could." "You don't look happy." Hearing this, Kai looked at him with a strong disgust expression, "Then who will be happy? My two sons are waiting downstairs for your questioning. One is 15 years old and the other is 16 years old. They shouldn't even know about it Thing! If you dare show them those filthy pictures of dead people, I'm done with you! I've talked to you four times, and this is the fourth time I've talked to you—" "Third time." He looked at his notes. "We only talked to you three times. Detective Harris and Detective Leonard visited your house once. You met Moreau and Wilder on the Boulevard. , plus this time." Kai sat back, took a breath, and glanced at the camera. "Do you exaggerate everything you say, Kay?" She didn't say anything, and Bannerman felt he had found the other person's weakness. "When you talked about Sarah with your sons, did you exaggerate her wealth? You must miss the rewards she gave you?" He paused, "Do you know that she has money at home?" "have no idea." "That's not true, is it, Kay? You must know where some of the money is. You pay the other carers in cash. You filled out the ledger and we compared the handwriting." "Sarah leaves me the money, I put the numbers in the ledger, and she keeps as much as we need." "She only left the exact amount?" "Yeah, in separate pay pockets, I didn't even touch the money." "Maybe you took the kids with you at work and you showed them the money and they went back there for the money and hurt Sarah in a panic." "The kids never go where I work." "Okay, we'll figure it out. How much did you make working for Sarah?" "£10 an hour." "How many hours a week do you work?" "Eight hours a day, five days a week." "So, about 40 hours a week, that's £400 before tax? That's a lot, for you, isn't it?" Kai looks sadly at the camera. "Ms. Murray, is that a lot for you?" The tone of his question clearly meant that she was poor.She looked at her hands, "Yes." She said calmly. Kay seemed tamed afterward, answering questions curtly, rarely looking up, and no longer calling for the respect or understanding she deserved.She needed that income badly.She did not receive a penny from the child's father.Yes, more than one father.Yes, there is only a year or so of difference between the children.When Bannerman grunted and complained that she should answer faster, she said nothing but curled her lips.He went on to ask about the children's behavior and how they were going to school. Morrow could have written a note for Ruthor to send into the interrogation room, telling Bannerman that she had been to Kay's house, and that would have proved Kay was right: four times in all.But she didn't.Sending in the note would only tell Bannerman one thing: Moreau was on Kay's side.In this case, Bannerman's cross-examination will be intensified, not deliberately against Moreau, but because he believes that Kay won the audience vote in the observation room. Kay described Joey Errol's death in a monotonous voice: the old lady was getting ready to take a bath, and only Kay was by her side at the time, she let the old lady sit in the bathroom in her bathrobe, went out to get the lift by herself, She found that Joey had fallen from the chair. She made sure that the old lady was in the resuscitation position, but because of a severe stroke, by the time the ambulance arrived, Joey was dead. Bannerman asks what she did after that, but Kay's thoughts are still in the bathroom.She knelt on the floor and held the old lady's limp hand. Bannerman had to tap on the table to bring Kay back from his thoughts.He asked about the money under the table. "under the desk?" "We found £700,000 under the kitchen table, stacked on a shelf." Kay's next reaction was terrible, she didn't exclaim or seem surprised at all, she just looked up as if suddenly remembering. "700,000 pounds." "so many?" Looking at Bannerman from behind, his shoulder blades are squeezed together. "Yes," he said.Morrow knew what he was thinking, and he thought he had caught something important: that an innocent man would drop his jaw and ask more about that table. "Do you know where the money is?" "have no idea." He sorted through the photos in his hand, took them out from the back of his notebook, and placed them on the table in front of Kay.He pointed to the first one. "We found this watch in a sock under your bed, where did you get it?" She picked up the photo, looked at it, "Sarah gave it to me, after her mother died." "How did I give it to you?" "After the funeral she took me into her room and showed me a box of jewels—" "What's the box like?" "The green silk one, very old and a little bit worn," Kay looked at him to see if he needed more description, "the hexagonal one?" "What did she say?" "Take something." "Is the watch in the box the most expensive thing?" "I don't know, I don't know much about that kind of stuff." "What kind of thing?" "Art Deco jewelry." "But you know it's Art Deco?" "Sarah said." "Why did you choose this thing?" Kay looked sad, "Love the look of it." "But you're not wearing it?" "No." "Why do you put your watch in your stocking, under the bed?" "In case the home is stolen." "This," Bannerman put the enamel bowl in front of Kay, "where did it come from?" "Errol wanted me to have it, she gave it to me because she knew I liked it." "But Errol is confused—" "After Sarah came back, I asked her, and she agreed to give it to me after asking her mother." "What about this one? This silver egg cup?" She shook her head. "I don't think I've ever seen this thing. I don't know where it came from." "It's on top of the cupboard in your kitchen, didn't you put it there?" Kay slumps as if defeated. "I don't know what to say. I need a cigarette." Bannerman decided to call it a day. He rushed to the tape recorder and said that they would take a break.McCarthy hurried into the room and took Kay out for a smoke. McKeichley couldn't help intervening, "Moro, take the egg cup and test it to see if there are any fingerprints of her son. It is very likely that she really doesn't know it is there, and her son brought it back and hid it there. " "No," Leonard said, "it was covered with a greasy layer of dust, and when the cup was removed it had left a mark on the top of the cupboard, which meant it had been there for months." McKechney looked at Leonard, this was the first time he had looked her in the eye, he hoped his gaze would make her flinch, but she didn't, she met his gaze until he stood up and walked out of the observation room. room. Moreau sat back and smiled, it was a pleasure to watch people mess up.