‘I told you the truth.’
Looking at his notes, Batchelor continued. ‘I asked you if you had left your office at any time during the afternoon of Wednesday, April 20th last week, and you said you had not. Is that correct?’
‘Correct.’
‘I also asked you if the name Lorna Belling meant anything to you, and you said it did not. Is that correct?’
‘Yes.’ Brown shot a glance at his lawyer, who was busy making notes, then again checked his own notes.
‘I further asked you if you had visited Lorna Belling at her apartment in Vallance Mansions, Hove, on the afternoon of that day — Wednesday, April 20th — and you replied, “Absolutely not.” Is that correct?’
‘Yes.’
‘You are sure, Mr Brown?’
‘Yes.’
Batchelor made a note, then nodded at his colleague, DS Exton.
‘Mr Brown, can you tell us about your relationship with Lorna Belling?’
Brown stiffened and looked at his solicitor.
Allan Israel intervened. ‘What relevance does this have? This is very intrusive into my client’s personal life.’
‘It’s very relevant,’ Batchelor said.
Brown looked embarrassed. Then he shrugged. ‘Yes, I don’t deny it. She’s an ex-girlfriend of mine — from some years back. My wife and I are going through a bad period — since our third child was born she’s gone off sex. Like most of the wives of my golfing pals who’ve had kids. OK?’
‘When we talked to you earlier today,’ Exton said, ‘you denied knowing her. Your full phone records put you in the vicinity of Vallance Mansions, where she had an apartment, on three occasions in the past week. The first was early afternoon Friday, April 15th. The second was for a two-hour period, 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. on Monday, April 18th, and the third — here’s the interesting bit — between 1.45 p.m. and 3.55 p.m. on Wednesday, April 20th. Can you explain that? Can you tell us who you were visiting?’
Brown turned to his solicitor and whispered to him. After nodding several times, Allan Israel requested five minutes alone with his client.
Batchelor went outside for a smoke, head bowed against the pelting rain, while Jon Exton sheltered in the doorway, discussing tactics with him. Roy Grace joined them moments later.
‘What do you think, Roy?’ Batchelor asked.
‘Early doors, but so far from what he’s saying and from his body language, I’m seeing a serial adulterer, but I don’t feel I’m looking at a killer.’
Grace’s phone rang. He switched it to silent and let it ring on.
‘We’re going to need his DNA sample sent for fast-track analysis, sir,’ DS Exton said. ‘It might be different if we get a match with Brown.’
‘Actually, Jon, I don’t think that would take us any further.’
‘Why’s that, sir?’
‘Because we think Brown and Lorna Belling were shagging,’ Grace said.
His phone vibrated. He looked down at the screen and saw he had a voicemail message.
‘I disagree that it won’t take us further, boss,’ Batchelor interjected. ‘We don’t know what happened between Lorna and Brown — maybe she was blackmailing him. Threatening to expose him. A married man, in a vulnerable position. You’ve seen all his adverts around the place. Trust Kipp. How much damage would it do to his reputation if she’d gone public in some way? Put it out on Twitter or Facebook, for instance?’
‘Do you really think that with her violent husband she would have dared do that?’
‘People don’t always act rationally, boss.’
Grace nodded, pensively. ‘That’s for sure.’
‘Interview with Kipp Brown, in the presence of his solicitor, Allan Israel, resumed at 11.17 a.m.,’ Batchelor said for the benefit of the recording. Turning to Brown, he asked, ‘Is there anything you would like to tell us?’
Visibly blanching, Brown said, ‘OK, look, I didn’t tell you the truth, because — well — hell — I didn’t want this to get back to my wife. I–I did go and see her a few times, yes. We had sex. But that was all, I didn’t kill her. I mean — you know — I really liked her. Hadn’t seen her for years and by sheer chance we bumped into each other in a pub — the Friday before last. She was upset and I gave her a shoulder to cry on. You know how it is. And we’d been in regular contact since.’
‘You didn’t kill her?’ Batchelor retorted. ‘Why did you say that, Mr Brown?’
‘I read in the Argus that she was found dead the next day. You guys bloody scared me. I didn’t kill her, it wasn’t me. I’m not a bloody murderer.’
‘We’ve established that you have lied to us — why should we believe you didn’t kill her?’ Batchelor pressed.
‘I liked her! Jesus! I thought she was lovely, always have. She told me about her shit life with her husband who abused her. He’s the guy you should be looking at, not me for God’s sake.’
‘Can you give me one good reason why we should believe you, after establishing you’ve lied to us?’
‘You just have to believe me.’ He looked at his solicitor. Israel, busy making notes, did not react.
‘We have to believe you?’ Batchelor said. ‘We should believe a liar, should we? How do we know anything you tell us is the truth?’
There was a long silence. ‘I did not hurt Lorna,’ he said, lamely.
‘Did something happen between you and her last Wednesday that made you angry?’
‘Not at all. We had a nice time — OK — we made love, then I left — I had to get back to work. We arranged to meet again on Friday. Then — then I read in the paper — the Argus — that she had been found dead.’
‘You didn’t think to contact us when you read that?’ Batchelor asked.
‘No. Maybe I should have done — but — I thought if I came forward, the news would get out — and my wife would hear about it. It’s one of the downsides of being well-known.’
There was a long silence. ‘Is there anything else you would like to tell us?’
‘No — I — to be honest, I knew very little about her life now, apart from what she told me. As I said, I really liked her. I thought she was very attractive, smart, funny. A nice lady. She was...’ He shrugged.
‘She was what, Mr Brown?’
‘Vulnerable, I guess. She was someone I felt I wanted to get to know all over again.’
‘So not someone you needed to kill?’
He threw his arms in the air. ‘That’s ridiculous! Why would I want to kill her? I actually thought—’ He ran his hand over the back of his head. ‘I actually thought this was someone I might have a future with. I know it might sound unconvincing to you guys — but it’s the truth.’
‘How did you contact Lorna?’ Batchelor asked.
‘She gave me her numbers — you’ll find them on my phone.’
After a few moments, Allan Israel said, ‘Gentlemen, if you have no further questions for my client, I would ask you to release him. He is, as you know, a highly respected member of the local business community, and he is not going to do a disappearing act on you. He will be available for further questioning whenever you require.’
Batchelor and Exton left the room to parlay with Roy Grace. They returned a few minutes later and informed Kipp Brown that he was being released on bail.
‘My client would like the laptop and mobile phone that you seized from his car returned to him immediately,’ the solicitor said.
‘They’ll be returned to your client when we have finished examining them,’ Batchelor replied.
‘This is outrageous!’ Brown glared at them. ‘I need them for my business.’
‘I’m sorry about that, sir, and I appreciate the inconvenience. As soon as the Digital Forensics team have made copies of their entire contents they will be returned to you.’