The Suspect

“Police were here last night…”
“Why?”
“Girl was attacked, back of Robertson’s…”
“So?”
“So maybe you know something?”
“Nope”
“Where were you last night?”
“Round Alex’s.”
“Doing what?”
“This ‘n that, playin’ x-box, nothin’ really…”
“Anyone else there?”
“Nah”
“Isn’t there a chip shop near Robertson’s?”
“Dunno..”
KNOCK KNOCK
[hall]
“Sorry to trouble you again, sir. This wallet was found at the scene – it’s empty. Is it your son’s? He was seen nearby…”
“Sorry officer, I don’t recognise it.”
[son enters hall]
“I was wiv a mate, we just got chips. Hey, that’s my dad’s!”
“Mr Sullivan…?”
“Ah, umm…”
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