“My name is Byron and you have been here before Inspector, have you not?”

So that was how he knew Dimitri's name, perhaps he had left more of an impression on this place than he remembered.

“You have a surname, Byron?” Alex said.

“Byron is my surname, detective. My first name is Lorde,” Byron said.

“Lord Byron?” Dimitri said dismissively.

“But everyone calls me Byron,” Byron said.

“Do you have something you want to tell us, Lorde?” Alex said.

“I can't think that I do detective,” Byron said.

“You haven't asked why we are here, why is that?”

“Because I don't need to ask. Can I get you both a drink?”

“Are you saying you have knowledge about the murder that took place last night in Greys Inn Gardens?”

“Now detective, poor show,” Byron said, pausing to let a grin spread across his face with decided slowness. “Jumping the gun is never a good interview technique and I believe you could call that leading the witness. I did not ask, simply because I know you will tell me, when you decide the time is right of course.”

“So you don't know anything about the murder last night?” Dimitri said.

“I didn't say I didn't,” Byron said. “But then I didn't say I did either.”

“Do you know anything about the murder that occurred last night, because we found a card for your club on the victim,” Dimitri said.

Idiot, he shouldn't give away the only trump card they had, so early on. Dimitri had a tendency to blunder through interviews, like he staggered through life, without any element of grace and even the slightest amount of thought. Alex shot him a look, but God knows if he understood what it meant.

“I have heard about it,” Byron said.

“How?” Alex said.

“How does anybody?”

“Can you answer our questions please,” Alex said.

“News travels fast,” Byron said.

She was getting bored of this guy already, he was as slippery as an eel.

“Did you know the victim?” Alex said.

“And who was the victim?” Byron said.

“That is what we were hoping you could help us with,” Dimitri said.

“Well, do you have a picture of him for me to see? No? Do you have a name for him? Ah, no again I fear,” Byron said.

“How do you know that, Byron?” Dimitri said.

Dimitri was getting rattled by this guy and they had only been talking for a minute. Alex could always tell when his temper was flaring, as he slightly hopped from one foot to the other, but the last thing she needed was for him to take a swing at this bloke.

“A guess detective, I mean, how could I possibly know that?” Byron said.

“We need access to your CCTV cameras,” Alex said.

“We don't have any,” Byron said.