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18 Saturday 4 August, 6.45pm. ‘But it wasn’t me!’ I yell at Brian, as he attempts to debrief me in the consultation room, following the interview. ‘The problem is, you have no alibi for today. Cell site triangulation only shows that your phone was at those locations. It doesn’t prove conclusively that you were. If we can prove you were elsewhere, even at any point during those timeframes, that’ll throw doubt on the whole issue of the phone.’ ‘But I don’t have anything,’ I say, my whole body feeling weak and battered. ‘Let’s look at the Friday. The police have said that your phone is showing as being at home for the whole day. But you were at work, right?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Roger’s text message was sent to you at four o’clock, and you… your phone… replied just before four thirty. What time wer