A whiff of respect blew Kelly’s way and she knew she’d earnt his trust. He wouldn’t be here otherwise.
‘I have some information for you,’ he said. ‘But I think I might have committed a crime.’
‘Really?’
‘I withheld evidence.’
‘What evidence?’
‘The CCTV from the back corridors of the Heron Hall.’
‘I thought you said there was none. You lied?’
‘I wasn’t sure. I double checked after you left. I was astounded it had a battery in it to be honest.’
‘You’ve seen it?’
He nodded.
‘And?’
‘There’s hours of it. All sorts of people used those corridors that I was unaware of. Staff sneaking about in the middle of the night. Guests thinking they were being clever.’
‘And the night of Jamie’s death?’
‘I didn’t watch it all.’
Kelly didn’t figure Lee to be a voyeur but neither did she believe him that he hadn’t scoured the footage to within an inch of his life. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.
‘Have you got it with you?’ Her heart raced.
‘I thought I’d better keep it safe.’
‘Safe, where?’
‘In my room.’
‘And you’ve driven all the way to Penrith to tell me that you want to give me something that is back in your room?’
‘I didn’t want to lose it.’
She glared at him but corrected herself. She’d get nowhere by hounding him. ‘Why did you withhold it?’
‘Because Sandy asked me to.’
Lee looked at his shoes and Kelly checked they weren’t CAT boots.
They weren’t.
‘Did you give her a copy?’
‘No.’
‘Did she ask for one?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did she offer to pay?’
