Mickey Fisher nodded again.
‘Yes,’ Butler answered.
‘During the course of your conversation, you learned that you’d been duped, and the woman was a honey trapper?’
‘Yes.’
‘You discovered that Nadine Cowley had no interest in you sexually, that she had been deceiving you and the whole thing was a lie.’
Hesitation, as though he was going to argue that point.
‘Mr Butler, Nadine Cowley admitted that to you, didn’t she?’
‘Yes.’
‘You were extremely angry with her?’
‘Inspector,’ Fisher warned her.
‘The witness statement claiming your client was standing over her and shouting in her face would indicate his anger.’
Fisher looked mildly annoyed but returned to his phone.
‘And the microphone she was wearing recorded the fact that you threatened her.’
Creases of confusion appeared in his face. ‘I’m not sure I actually?—’
‘Oh, you did, Mr Butler. I can read you word for word what you said, if you’d like me to.’
‘No, thank you.’
‘You then stormed from the pub in a fit of rage?’
‘I did,’ he admitted.
‘And then what happened?’ Kim asked.
Fisher put down his phone then as she fully expected him to. Now they were on dangerous terrain. No audio and no witnesses and no proof he’d done anything wrong.
‘I sat in my car for a few minutes to cool down.’
‘How many minutes?’ Kim asked.
‘I don’t know.’
‘Were you still in your car when Nadine Cowley left the pub?’
‘No. I never saw her again.’
‘You were raging at this woman. She had the power to destroy your life. You’re telling me you just drove away?’
‘Yes.’
‘And half an hour later, her body was discovered at the back of that exact building.’
‘It wasn’t me.’
‘You expect us to believe that?’
