Janet thought of the websites the twins had visited, the comments they posted, the twisted crap they espoused. Hate was what it boiled down to, hate and rage.
She took a breath, said calmly, ‘When you entered the building, could you see Mr Kavanagh?’
‘Yeah. He was dossing down.’
‘What did you do?’
‘Told him we were gonna kill him,’ he smiled.
‘What did Mr Kavanagh do?’
‘He stood up, started gabbing.’
‘Then what?’
‘I shot him,’ he gave a quick laugh, ‘and then I give the gun to Neil, and he shot him.’
‘You shot him where?’
‘In the chest, aim for the heart, head shot’s too risky,’ he said.
‘Then what happened?’ Janet said.
‘We chucked some petrol on him and round about and then we lit it.’
‘Who lit it?’
‘Neil.’
‘What with?’
‘Matches.’ He was grinning.
‘Then?’ Janet said.
‘We went up the shops, the precinct, could see from there, near enough.’ He made an explosive sound, gestured with his hands. ‘Didn’t take long to get going.’
‘Had you had any contact with Mr Kavanagh before this?’
‘No,’ he sneered.
‘Where did you get the gun?’
His face stilled. ‘No comment,’ he said.
‘Where is the gun now?’
‘No comment.’ A complete change of attitude.
‘Does the name Greg Tandy mean anything to you?’ Janet said.
‘Never heard of him.’
‘Even though we showed you film taken of you outside Bobbins on Tuesday, when your brother went in to meet with Mr Tandy? Do you remember now?’
‘No comment.’
‘We have reason to suspect you acquired a firearm from Greg Tandy on Tuesday, is that true?’
‘No comment.’
‘Where did you get the petrol?’
He scratched his side. ‘Petrol station.’
‘When?’
‘Coupla weeks back,’ he said.
‘What did you carry it in?’
‘Petrol can,’ he sneered.
‘Which petrol station?’ Janet said.
‘Shell, on the ring road.’
‘What were you wearing on Wednesday evening?’
‘Hoodie, jeans, trainers.’
Janet produced the evidence bags. ‘Are these the items?’ She read the evidence log numbers for the tape.
‘Yeah, them’s mine.’
Everything fitted. She saw no reason to prolong the interview.
‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘You will now be formally charged and remanded in custody. You will appear before the magistrates’ court in the morning. Is there anything you wish to add?’
He gave a slow smile, his gums showing. ‘One down.’ He raised his hand. Made a pistol shape, pointed it at Janet, mimed shooting and made an explosive noise. ‘A million to go.’
While Lee and Kevin went to execute the warrant at Shirelle’s, Rachel paired up with Mitch for Stanley Keane’s. They took a couple of uniformed officers with them.
Stanley Keane’s house was a new-build on an open-plan development. Tiny houses, big cars, 4x4s in several of the driveways, outsize satellite dishes on each house.