Nick
looked from one to another in disbelief. “What the fuck’s going on? You have no
reason to call the police. Do you think you can arrest me? What for, tell me
that!”
“Please
calm down, sir,” the detective said. His voice had that world-weary, placating
tone that Curtis heard on all the TV cop shows, wherever in the world they came
from. “No, I’m not here to arrest you. But I’m happy to take a voluntary
statement from you at the station. There are plenty of questions I could find
for you, Mr Hutchens. When I have all the papers in front of me.”
Nick
looked startled that the cop knew his name. “What papers? Who are you?”
“Fraud
Squad,” the man said crisply. “Your name has featured on documents found at the
offices of a local debt collection agency. We’re investigating several claims
of harassment and even assault in regards to the collection of debts which have
subsequently been found to be unsubstantiated.” He turned to Bryan. “Is that