‘Perhaps, I’ll check with our telecoms people. Sometimes they can copy the information. In case it’s needed in court.’
He signalled his agreement.
‘When did you last see Lisa, before half past three?’ Janet said.
‘In the morning, before I went to sign on.’
‘You had stayed at the flat together?’
He nodded, miserable. His eyes moist.
Janet kept going. ‘Do you know what Lisa was planning to do?’
‘She was heading into town.’
‘For anything particular?’
‘Just shopping,’ he said. His voice rose on the last syllable and Janet wondered if that was to do with his sorrow or if the question itself unnerved him in some way.
‘Does she go shopping a lot?’ Janet asked.
‘Not really.’
‘What was she going to buy?’
‘Dunno.’ He was avoiding eye contact and Janet sensed that there was something about the shopping that Sean didn’t want to discuss. Had they rowed about her going? Had she wanted him to go with her?
‘Was she going on her own?’ Janet said.
‘Yeah.’ He still wouldn’t look at her. Janet didn’t want to lose him now, digging down a diversion about the shopping, so judged it was time to return to the discovery of the body.
‘You said in your initial statement that you went straight into the living room and saw Lisa there.’ She softened her voice, kept it even.
‘That’s right.’ He bit at his thumb again.
‘I understand this will be hard for you, Sean, but please describe to me everything you saw.’
He swung his head down, bowing under the weight of her request. ‘She was by the sofa,’ he said, ‘on the floor, on her back.’ He shook his head, blinking rapidly, put a hand over his eyes. See no evil.
‘By the sofa?’ Janet echoed; she could hear Rachel writing. ‘What else did you see?’
‘Blood. I thought maybe she’d been shooting up – the blood all over her,’ he added, by way of explanation. ‘There was that much blood, I thought she’d messed up.’
‘Where was the blood?’ Janet asked him, hiding her puzzlement. She had in her mind the crime-scene photos from the book, the lumpy duvet covering the girl, part of Lisa’s face visible at the top of it, half-covered with her hair. There was blood on the carpet, some on the duvet, but Sean had said it was all over her. How had Sean seen the blood?
He swallowed.
‘Please can you tell me where you saw the blood?’ Janet said.
‘On her front and her dressing gown and the floor. All over.’ He shuffled in his seat, wanting to move away from the pictures in his head.
Janet was still trying to work out how this fitted. ‘Please can you describe the dressing gown?’
