Although he seemed genuinely shocked to hear of Emma’s disappearance, and Stevie felt inclined to believe him, she made no effort to hide the contempt in her voice. ‘You’ve been identified by staff at the Mt Lawley Internet cafe as a frequent visitor and your signature is scrawled all over the logs. You always choose to sit in the booth furthest away from the counter where no one can see your screen.’ ‘Would you like a lawyer, Mr Holdsworth?’ Tash cut in. Sweat gleamed on Holdsworth’s brow. He fidgeted with the collar of his open neck shirt and undid another button to reveal a glint of a gold chain through a tangle of dark chest hair. ‘Innocent men don’t need lawyers,’ he said. Christ, how often had Stevie heard them say that? She reached for the file and opened it on the table, fanning the glossy hardcore photos before him. Tapping her pen on one of the photos, she said ‘For the benefit of the tape I am showing Mr Holdsworth exhibit C7.’ ‘Oh God, that’s disgusting.’ Holdsworth turned away.
