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‘Did he know you were married?’ Sean asked.
‘No, I don’t think so. How could he?’
‘You’re a wealthy man. Did he know anything about your financial circumstances?’ Sean picked up the pace of his questioning.
‘Not as far as I’m aware.’ Hellier answered quickly and confidently.
‘Did Daniel Graydon at any time try to extort money or other favours from you, Mr Hellier?’
‘Look, I think I know where you’re going with this, Inspector … sorry, I can’t remember your name.’
‘Corrigan. Sean Corrigan.’
‘Well, Inspector Corrigan, I think my solicitor should be present before I say anything.’
Donnelly leaned in towards him. ‘That’s fine, Mr Hellier. You can have a panel of judges present, for all I care, but you’re a witness right now. Not a suspect. So why do you need a solicitor? And I don’t know for sure, but I suspect your wife is unaware of your nocturnal activities. And what about the other partners here at this lovely firm? Do they know you have a taste for young male prostitutes? I guess it’s all a question of how much you trust your solicitor to show absolute discretion. And me too.’
Hellier stared hard at the two intruders into his life, small intelligent eyes darting between the detectives, before suddenly standing up. ‘All right. All right. Please keep your voices down.’ He sat down again. ‘I went there once, about a week ago, but please, my wife mustn’t find out. It would destroy her. Our children would become a laughing stock. They shouldn’t be punished for my weaknesses.’ He paused. ‘It may be difficult for you to understand, but I do love my wife and children, I just have other needs. I have suppressed them for more than twenty years, but recently I … I couldn’t seem to stop myself.’
‘When did you last see Daniel Graydon?’ Sean asked.
‘I can’t remember exactly.’
‘Try harder.’
‘A week or so ago.’
‘We need to know exactly when and where, Mr Hellier,’ Sean insisted.
‘Try checking your diary, iPhone, or whatever it is you use,’ Donnelly suggested.
‘It won’t be in my diary,’ Hellier told them sharply. ‘I’m sure you understand why.’
‘But something will be,’ Sean said. ‘A false business meeting, a dinner with clients that never took place. You would have put something in there to cover yourself.’
Hellier studied Sean, their eyes unconsciously locked together. He reached for his iPad with a sigh. His finger slid around the screen and within seconds he found what he was looking for − a false overnight meeting in Zurich. ‘The last time I saw Daniel was a week last Tuesday – eight days ago.’
‘Where?’ Sean pressed.
‘In Utopia.’
‘Did you ever go to his flat?’
‘No.’
Sean felt like being cruel. ‘And did you pay him to have sex with you in the club or somewhere else?’
‘I pay for sex because it’s less complicated. Keeps things simple. I can’t risk being involved in a relationship. That would make me vulnerable. You needn’t look so disgusted, Inspector. I don’t like the fact I pay for sex. I don’t like the fact I abuse the trust of family and friends. I keep things simple for all our sakes.’
‘So where did you have sex with him?’
‘I’ve admitted having sex with him – isn’t that enough?’
‘Are you absolutely sure you didn’t go back to his flat, ever?’ Sean asked.
‘Positive.’
‘And Wednesday night. Where were you Wednesday night?’ Sean continued.
Hellier paused before answering, his eyes narrowing. ‘You don’t … you don’t seriously think I had anything to do with his death, do you?’ He looked both incredulous and frustrated.
‘I just need to know where you were,’ Sean repeated with an almost friendly smile.
‘Well, if you must know, I was at home all night. I had a pile of paperwork to catch up on, so I left here at about six and went straight home, where I spent most of the night working in my study.’
‘Can anyone verify that?’
‘My wife. We had dinner together, but, like I said, I spent most of the night working, alone.’
‘Then we need to speak to your wife,’ Sean insisted.
‘Look,’ Hellier snapped. ‘Am I a suspect or not?’
‘No, Mr Hellier,’ Sean answered. ‘You’re a witness, until I say otherwise. But we’ll still need to speak with your wife.’
‘Don’t worry,’ Donnelly reassured Hellier. ‘We won’t tell her what we’re investigating.’
‘Then what will you tell her?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. That we’re looking into an identity fraud, a case of mistaken identity,’ Donnelly offered. ‘The sooner she can confirm you were at home Wednesday night, the sooner we can clear the whole mess up. Fair enough?’
‘You do want to help us, don’t you, Mr Hellier?’ Sean asked.
Hellier sat silently for a time before leaning forward and snatching a pen and paper. He quickly scribbled something down and pushed the paper towards Donnelly. ‘My wife’s name and my home address,’ he said. ‘I’ve assumed a phone call wouldn’t satisfy you gentlemen.’
‘Much obliged,’ Donnelly said, slipping the note into his jacket pocket.
‘Will she be at home now?’ Sean asked.
‘Possibly,’ Hellier answered.
‘Good,’ was all Sean replied.
‘And when my wife verifies that I was at home, I’m assuming that will be the end of it.’
Sean almost laughed. ‘No, Mr Hellier, it’s a little more complicated than that. We need you to come to the station within the next two days. Whenever is convenient to you will be fine. Bring that solicitor too, if you want.’
‘But I’ve told you all I know,’ Hellier argued. ‘I’m sorry, but I really can’t help you.’
‘You had sex with a young man who’s now dead,’ Sean told him. ‘Murdered. We’ve taken samples from the victim’s body. Forensic samples. If you had sex with him within the last couple of weeks, part of you could still be on the victim. We need to eliminate any foreign samples found on the body that may have been left by you.’
‘That really won’t be necessary. I always used a condom. I may be foolish, but I’m not mad. You won’t find any …’ Hellier stalled, trying to think of suitable words ‘… thing belonging to me on his body. You don’t need to examine me.’
Sean stood up and leaned in close to Hellier. ‘Oh yes I do, Mr Hellier. And you will give me what I need. If you don’t, then I’ll arrest you on suspicion of murder and take the samples anyway. I’ll get a warrant and search your home. I’ll search this office – and we won’t be as discreet about our business as we’ve been so far.’
He wasn’t bluffing; the more serious the offence, the more he could stretch his powers to the limit. He opened his wallet, took out one of his business cards and threw it on the desk. ‘That’s my office and mobile numbers. You have a day to call me. And I’ll require a full written statement from you at the same time. You’ll have to tell us about your relationship with Daniel Graydon. Absolutely everything.