Page 62 of Dissection of a Murder
He turns to face us.
“Are you on your own or with your friends today?”
He presumably means the prosecution team we came with to the site visit.
“We’re on our own.”
He nods his head ever so slightly, indicating we can enter.
“Close the door,” he says. It’s a demand, not a request.
We stand beside him at the desk and he swings around on his chair to face us.
“I know there’s a secret camera in Temptation,” I tell him.
He pauses. “There are no cameras here.”
“I know there’s a camera in here somewhere,” I interrupt. “In one room, nowhere else. Don’t ask me how I know, but I do. And I need to view the footage. For Jack.”
He resists for a moment, not knowing whether to concede or keep up the act.
“When from?” he says eventually.
“That’s the thing. I don’t know.”
He looks at me as if I’m stupid.
“OK, let’s start with Friday, September 6, the day of the alleged murder. Can you get that for me?”
“Right now?”
“Yes, now. That’s why I’m here. I’m trying to run a criminal defense, and we don’t have much time.”
“Give me five minutes,” he says, fiddling about on a computer in the corner while we stand looking around the office.
“What room does this camera cover? Temptation has no CCTV inside or outside. You pride yourself on the fact.”
“This is the only camera,” he says. “And it covers Boudoir 3.”
“What happens in Boudoir 3?” Davina asks.
“The usual stuff. Eddie set it up,” he confirms. “He likes to watch.”
“Watch what?” I ask, unsure whether I want to know.
“What goes on in there.”
“Whatdoesgo on in there?” Davina inquires. She’s unable to hide the sound of disapproval in her question.
“Look, I just deal with security,” he shoots back at us, sounding really pissed off. “Don’t ask me what thrill he gets from watching fellas get sucked off by girls barely old enough to drink.”
“Always knew he was a weird one,” Davina whispers into my ear, which I choose to ignore. Now is not the time.
He taps away on a laptop for a few minutes as we wait patiently. There’s an overpowering stench of salt and vinegar crisps in here. I begin to wonder if this man ever leaves the room.
“It’s ready,” he says, passing us two sets of headphones before moving out of the chair. “Use that to forward through or go back a day.”
We sit down and play the video.
