Poe didn’t think she had. He thought she was as unhappy as he was that the CPS intended to say Estelle Doyle had somehow managed to throw a handgun seventy yards.
‘Why are you being so helpful?’ he said. ‘I’ve been a bit of a dick and—’
‘A bit?’
‘OK, a lot. My point is, I’ve done nothing to warrant any cooperation whatsoever.’
‘I’m a cop, Poe. You’re a cop. Ultimately it’s about finding out what really happened in that house. Everything else is bullshit.’
Something occurred to him. ‘You said you had already confirmed that Elcid Doyle held a firearms licence.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘When I asked why you were interested in this, you said you’d already confirmed that Elcid Doyle held a shotgun certificate.’
‘So?’
‘Why did you check?’ Poe thought about the question. Decided he already knew the answer. ‘DI Flynn’s already called you, hasn’t she?’
‘Yes, she has,’ Lee said. ‘She was worried you might have had trouble explaining your position.’