t the police station the questioning turned rather toward Carys' disappearance. Had they quarrelled? Was there a history of violence in the household? To which Josh asked what they meant by that exactly? “I’ve never raised…” but thinking they may put him on a polygraph he decided to say no more until his solicitor was there, the police called Rhys at Josh’s request. The interview was postponed and Josh was placed in a holding cell until Rhys arrived.
When Rhys arrived he seemed more concerned about Carys' whereabouts than the predicament Josh was in. “Do you not get it? They think you’ve killed Carys,” Rhys said eventually. “...so I’m asking you to tell me what happened this morning?” The gravity of it finally sank in, this was no longer that they thought he’d abused his kids, now they thought he’d murdered his girlfriend.
“I came in and she was sat there in that fucking manner she has.” Josh seethed as he explained. “Then! She tells me I’d given her an STD!” at which Rhys asked him if he had. “How the fuck do I know?” Maybe…I’ve got no symptoms though…” there was something in the look in Rhys’ eyes, a look close to disgust, that brought Josh up short. “You judging me here? You’re always the one egging me on when we’re out…” Rhys shook his head and motioned for Josh to continue. “Anyway I told her! Why the fuck wouldn’t I go elsewhere and told her to take a look at herself in the mirror…” Again Josh caught a look in Rhys’ face he didn’t like so he left out the other names he had called her. “She called me a swine!” There, see what a bitch she was Josh thought, “So I gave her a smack and she left.”
“You are telling me everything?” Rhys asked. Josh panicked for a moment, if he told Rhys the whole truth he’d look like the bad guy here and truth was this was all Cerys’ fault.
“Yeah, that’s it…” he finished, just as the police came back into the cell to take him through to interview. Rhys just had a second to whisper to Josh to leave out the smack, and they were motioned through.
Josh followed Rhys' instruction to the letter, naturally not only did he leave out the bit about him smacking Carys, but also about the names he had called her, and the probability of him having given her an STD. In fact the story he told the police was, he came home late, she had a go at him, she called him a cunt, he naturally did nothing but defend his good name and she left.
“So there was no struggle?” The police officer asked.
“No!” Josh answered.
“So how did the furniture get broken?” There was no intonation in the officer’s voice, whatsoever, he simply looked Josh straight in the eye. Not only that, there was also no doubt.
“The furniture?” Josh asked, a sinking feeling taking hold of his stomach.
“Yes, when our team examined your home, there were several ornaments and some pieces of furniture broken. Did these breakages occur at the same time as the injuries to your son?” The officer’s voice held no hint of emotion, no clue as to what extent they had an idea of what had happened. Josh inadvertently looked at the clock it was three o’clock in the afternoon, could they have really examined his home by now.
“No… they happened before.” Josh said slowly.
“When approximately, before?” the officer asked. Josh looked to Rhys who didn’t look round at him.
“About five o’clock this morning.” Josh said finally.
“So are you now telling me, there was an altercation between you and Miss Jones in the home you share, at five o’clock this morning?” The police officer remained unaffected and gave nothing away. The door opened and a man entered, seating himself next to the officer in uniform, placing a laptop on the desk in front of him. He introduced himself as Detective Inspector Rick Hart of Middlebrow police and asked Joshua to continue.
“It wasn’t that bad!” Joshua stated.
“There was fresh blood on the sofa, which we have ascertained doesn’t belong to either your son or yourself, would that blood belong to Miss Jones?” The Detective asked more or less stating they already knew the answer, as the question was simply very matter of fact. Again Josh looked to Rhys for answers, again Rhys didn’t make eye contact.
“Yes” Josh said simply.
“In that case Mr Mason, I think you’d better start from the beginning, you entered the house at Number Eighteen St John’s Walk at approximately five thirty a.m. this morning, and what happened then?”