"For the record, Bibi, you're telling us you took an Ecstasy tablet supplied to you by your boyfriend, Tony Bridges?"
She was alarmed by his tone. "Yes," she whispered.
"Have you ever passed out before in Tony's company?'
"Sometimes ... if I drink too much."
Pensively, Carpenter stroked his jaw. "Do you know what time you took the tablet on Saturday?"
"Seven, maybe. I can't really remember." She blew her nose into a Kleenex. "Tony said he hadn't realized how much I'd been drinking, and that if he had he wouldn't have given it to me. It was awful ... I'm never going to drink or take Ecstasy ever again ... I've been feeling ill all week." She raised a wan smile. "I reckon it's true what they say about it. Tony thinks I was lucky not to die."
Galbraith was less inclined to be fatherly. His private opinion of her was that she was a blowsy slut with too much baby fat and too little self-control, and he seriously pondered the mysteries of nature and chemistry that meant a girl like this could cause a previously sane man to behave with insanity. "You were drunk again on Monday," he reminded her, "when DS Campbell visited Tony's house in the evening."
She flicked him a sly up-from-under look that curdled any remnants of sympathy he might have had. "I only had two lagers," she said. "I thought they'd make me feel better-but they didn't."
Carpenter tapped his pen on the table to bring her attention back to him. "What time did you come around on Sunday morning, Bibi?"
She shrugged self-pityingly. "I don't know. Tony said I was sick for about ten hours, and I didn't stop till seven o'clock on Sunday evening. That's why I was late back to my parents'."
"So about nine o'clock on Sunday morning then?"
She nodded. "About that." She turned her wet face to her mother. "I'm ever so sorry, Mum. I'm never going to do it again."
Mrs. Gould squeezed the girl's shoulder and looked pleadingly at the two policemen. "Does this mean she'll be prosecuted?"
"What for, Mrs. Gould?"
"Taking Ecstasy?"
The superintendent shook his head. "I doubt it. As things stand, there isn't any evidence that she took any." Rohypnol, maybe... "But you're a very stupid young woman, Bibi, and I trust you won't come whining to the police with your troubles the next time you accept unknown and unidentified tablets from a man. Like it or not, you bear responsibility for your own behavior, and the best advice I can offer you is to listen to your father once in a while."
Good one, guv, thought Galbraith.
Carpenter tented his fingers over Bibi's previous statement. "I don't like liars, young woman. None of us does. I think you told another lie last night to my colleague DI Galbraith, didn't you?"
Her eyes stretched in a kind of panic, but she didn't answer.
"You said you've never been on Crazy Daze when we think you have."
"I haven't."
"You volunteered a set of your fingerprints at the beginning of the week. They match several sets found in the cabin of Steve's boat. Would you care to explain their presence in light of your denial that you've never been there?" He scowled at her.
"It's ... Tony doesn't know, you see ... oh God!" She shook with nerves. "It was just... Steve and I got drunk one night when Tony was away. He'd be so hurt if he found out ... he's got this thing about Steve being good-looking, and it'd kill him if he found out that we ... well, you know..."
"That you had intercourse with Steven Harding on board Crazy Daze?"
"We were drunk. I don't even remember much about it, It didn't mean anything," she said desperately, as if disloyalty could be excused when alcohol loosened inhibitions. But perhaps the concept of in vino veritas was too obscure for an immature nineteen-year-old to understand.
"Why are you so frightened of Tony finding out?' asked Carpenter curiously.
"I'm not." Her eyes stretched wider in a visible demonstration that she was lying.
"What does he do to you, Bibi?"
"Nothing. It's just ... he gets really jealous sometimes."
"Of Steve?"
She nodded.
"How does he show it?"
She licked her lips. "He's only done it once. He jammed my fingers in the car door after he found me in the pub with Steve. He said it was an accident, but ... well ... I don't think it was."
"Was that before or after you slept with Steve?"
"After."
"So he knew what you and Steve had done?"
She pressed her hands to her face. "I don't see how he could have done ... he wasn't around for the whole week, but he's been-well, odd-ever since..."
"When did this happen?"
"Last half-term."
Carpenter consulted his diary. "Between twenty-four and thirty-one May?"
"It was a bank holiday, I know that."
"Fine." He smiled encouragingly. "Only one or two more questions, Bibi, and then we're done. Do you remember an occasion when Tony was driving you somewhere in Steve's car and Kate Sumner had smeared the passenger door handle with her daughter's feces?"
She pulled an expression of disgust. "It was horrible. I got it all over my hand."
"Can you remember when that was?"
She thought about it. "I think it was the beginning of June. Tony said he'd take me to the flicks in Southampton, but I had to wash my hands so much to get all the filth off that in the end we never went."
"After you'd slept with Steve then?"
"Yes."
"Thank you. Last question. Where did Tony stay while he was away?"
"Miles away," she said with emphasis. "His parents have a caravan at Lulworth Cove, and Tony always goes there on his own when he needs to recharge his batteries. I keep telling him he should give up teaching because he really hates children. He says if he has a nervous breakdown it'll be their fault, even though everyone else will say it was because he smoked too much cannabis."
Steven Harding's interview was tougher. He was informed that Marie Freemantle had given the police a statement about her relationship with him and that, because of her age, he could well face charges. Nevertheless, he declined the services of a solicitor, saying he had nothing to hide. He seemed to assume that Marie had been questioned as a result of his off-the-record conversation wth Nick Ingram the previous evening, and neither Carpenter nor Galbraith disabused him of the fact.
"You are currently in a relationship with a fifteen-year-old by the name of Marie Freemantle?" said Carpenter.
"Yes."
"Whom you knew to be underage when you first had sexual intercourse with her?"
"Yes."
"Where does Marie live?"
"Fifty-four Dancer Road, Lymington."
"Why did your agent tell us you have a girlfriend called Marie living in London?"
"Because that's where he thinks she lives. He got her some work, and as she didn't want her parents to know about it, we gave the address of a shop in London that acts is a postal drop."
"What sort of work?"
"Nude work."
"Pornography?"
Harding looked uncomfortable. "Only soft porn."
"Video or stills?"
"Stills."
"Were you in the shots with her?"
"Some," he admitted.
"Where are those photographs now?"
"I dropped them over the side of my boat."
"Because they showed you performing indecent acts with an underage girl?"
"She doesn't look underage."
"Answer the question, Steve. Did you put them over the side because they showed you performing indecent acts with an underage girl?"
Harding nodded.
"For the purposes of the tape, Steven Harding nodded agreement. Did Tony Bridges know you were sleeping with Marie Freemantle?"