D.I. Shaw tried to keep any trace of satisfaction out of his voice as he recited the obligatory words:
“You are under arrest on suspicion of murder. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
Jake offered no resistance as a burly constable pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed his wrists. The situation struck him as unbelievable. How was he ever going to convince the obtuse detective of his innocence? Not that he blamed the policeman too much; after all, not many police officers anywhere in the world could claim to have encountered inexplicable supernatural forces as criminals. He needed a good lawyer, one who believed him.
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