I have to take the contact lenses out and put on a black woolly hat, pulled down to cover up all of my hair – which looks pretty stupid and feels way too hot. She wants me to wear shades too, but I tell her she has to choose between them and the hat because otherwise I will look like a total freak. Who wears shades at night? She pulls out some fake tan but I protest so strongly – after all, I’m due back at school on Monday – that she backs down. ‘The main thing is not to draw any attention to yourself,’ she says, which is pretty rich considering she was trying to turn me into a cut price Craig David. And then Doug arrives and we drive and drive on nearly empty roads, and almost immediately we get in the car I fall asleep and I don’t wake up for ages. And when I do, I lie quietly on the back seat and listen to their conversation without letting on that I’m awake. ‘DI Morris seems to be happy to go with his evidence,’ says Doug. ‘He’ll be interested in your input now you’ve spent a bit of time with the lad.’ ‘Oh, he’s not talked to me about the evidence at all, sorry to say.
