C A I N
“Hayley is pregnant.”
Harry shakes his head, lifting his arms into the air.
“Fuck,” I mutter, knowing this meant we had to tread carefully. I couldn’t cause her any undue stress in her condition. Put it that way. “Is it Yans?”
“Mate, I haven’t got a clue. I’ll ask if I can be there at the scan,” Harry snaps, walking in front of me to the interrogation room.
“Has she asked for a lawyer yet?” I catch up with him, falling into step beside him.
“No. We have nothing, Cain, and we need something before they send Andy down.”
I nod humbly, following Harry into the room. Hayley looks pale and distressed, but she curls her lip up with disgust at the sight of me.
“You lying bastard,” she hisses. “Yan hasn’t left me at all!”
“I take it he told you that over the phone, did he?” I exhale, sitting before her. “Congratulations.”
Hayley stills, then moves her hands in front of her stomach protectively.
“What do you want, Detective,” she sighs, suppressing a yawn.
“I want to know where you got the money from.”
“The ten grand you gave to Santo,” I reminded her. “Where did it come from?”
“I didn’t- “
“Hayley. I have a signed statement from Santo that tells me you did. I also know exactly where that money came from, so quit playing fucking games,” Harry snaps.
“If you know, then why are you asking me?” Hayley asks innocently.
“Do you want to have your baby in prison?” I ask bluntly, earning myself a scowl.
“Alright, fuck,” Hayley exclaims. “Yan gave me the money. But he said it was to invest in a business. That’s all I know. Can I go now?”
“No, Hayley, you can’t go,” Harry’s voice echoes around the room as he tugs an image of the tan satchel used by Max to transport the ransom money. “Have you ever seen this before?”
“OK, are you aware that perverting the course of justice is a crime?” I point out, and Harry nods enthusiastically.
Hayley remains stony faced and shrugs.
“I say we charge her and move on. I’m bored with this shit,” I drawl, as Harry gazes at Hayley.
“Hayley, come on. Do you want to have a child born in a prison? It will be taken away from you, put into care. Do you think Yan will avoid prison forever? If you help us, we can help you.”
Hayley hesitates, her stony mask slipping for a moment.
“I’ll cut a deal, but nothing less than avoiding jail time,” she says finally, bowing her head.
“We can’t guarantee immunity, Hayley. We’re not fucking magicians,” Harry scoffs, folding his arms.
“We will help you,” I repeat. “Just tell us what happened.”
So she does.
“Yan was jealous of Andy, because I was in love with him for so many years,” she began licking her lips. “I told him I’d moved on, but he wouldn’t accept it.”
“You’d moved on?” Harry frowns, making notes. “You didn’t see Andy anymore?”
Hayley swallows then, pulling her top away from her chest in a fanning motion.
“Are you warm? Shall we turn the air conditioner on?” I offer politely.
“No,” Hayley snaps. “I saw him on a date with some woman.”
My foot tapped the floor, so I shifted my position.
“He was looking at her like he used to look at me.”
We wait patiently for her to continue.
“So, anyway, some bitch ends up in bed with Yan, and I can’t help but notice the likeness between her and the bitch with Andy.”
My blood runs cold as Harry stiffens beside me. Surely not.
“The shit hits the fan, and I lock the slut in the basement,” Hayley admits without remorse. Her eyes focus on the wall behind us, her head tilting as though she is trying to see her memories.
“What was her name?” I swallow, knowing the answer before she says it.
“Alex,” Hayley spits out the name with venom. “She came round to score some shit, but somehow ended up in bed with my man.”
I know I have to remain calm, but I’m trembling. I need to get to Max urgently. Harry nods encouragingly, sending a brief glance my way.
“So, we fought. Me and Yan. He comes up with this idea- let her go for money. We get the money and fuck off somewhere together.”
If it wasn’t so fucked up, I’d have given them points for their pathetic attempt at romance.
“So where did Max come in?” Harry asks, tapping the pen against his lips thoughtfully.
“Ugh. Her. Alex told us her older sister would pay it off, so we watched her. We didn’t intend to kidnap her. The silly bitch tried to run.”
I’m frozen, my fists clenched at my sides. It’s taking all of my strength not to kill the woman in front of me, but I have to remain calm. I can sense Harry’s eyes on me, and I force myself to inhale deeply.
“So he hit her?” I hiss, my emotions on full display.
Hayley laughed then, shaking her head with amusement.
“Nah, I did. The only thing I had was a dumbbell though, so she went down like a sack of potatoes. Yan thought I’d killed her.”
The only sound in the room was Hayley’s voice as she described everything to us. She admitted that Yan suggested pinning it on Andy, because he was jealous of him.
“Wait,” I swallow, meeting her eyes. “Alex blamed Andy too. What did she know?”
Hayley’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her hands clapping together with glee.
“That was the best part. I told Alex if she didn’t blame Andy, we would kill her sister. Her twin,” Hayley explains, as though she is sharing a family recipe with us. “She knew we would. So she played along.”
I slump back into my chair, as Harry continues to fire questions at her. He glances at me, signalling for me to leave. I scramble up to my feet as Hayley calls my name.
“Detective Harvey,” she says, curiosity dominating her features. “What is it about that chunky bitch that everyone likes so much?”
I stop at the door, holding it open before responding.
“She’s everything you’re not.”
With that, I let an officer take my place, heading towards the desk to report the news. A warrant for Yan’s arrest was requested, and I offered to bring Alex George in, but they declined it. I made sure someone dealt with Andy, too. The poor bastard had been through enough.
I text Max, telling her I had news. I knew she would call me instantly, but the nerves in my stomach still made me take a deep breath before answering her incoming call.
“Max? Can I see you? I need to explain this in person.”