important if that person needs to be called as a witness in court.”
In a less excited mood Carole wouldn’t have gone so far. Threatening someone with legal action was taking the crime of impersonating a member of the police force to another level. But she was in no mood for caution. She was determined to get some kind of confession out of Kelvin Southwest.
And the approach did pay off, because he responded, “Yes, all right, I used to look at kids undressing through binoculars, but that’s not a police matter.”
And I’m not a policewoman, thought Carole, but what she actually said was, “If you seriously believe that, Mr Southwest, then you haven’t read a newspaper or watched the television news for the past twenty years.”
“All right,” he whined. “But you don’t know what it’s like, having these urges that can’t find satisfaction in a way that’s publicly acceptable.”
Thank goodness Jude isn’t here, thought Carole. His words echoed what her neighbour had said on the subject of paedophilia. Jude was quite capable of ending up feeling sorry for the little worm.
“I’d like,” Carole proceeded magisterially, “to talk to you about Robin Cutter.”
“What? Look, for God’s sake, you’re not going to try and pin that on me, are you?”
“Were you questioned by the police at the time of his disappearance?”
“No, of course I wasn’t! Why should I have been?”
“Mr Southwest, you have just admitted that you have paedophiliac tendencies.”
“Yes, but I’d never give them expression in that way. And, besides, I’m not on any register or anything. Nobody else knows that I have…you know, what you said.”
“If that were true, Mr Southwest, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now. The person who ‘shopped’ you knows. Why shouldn’t a lot of other people?”
“But nobody knew back then, you know, when Robin Cutter disappeared.”
“And that was why the police didn’t question you at the time?”
“Yes.”
“Something which the police might now regard as something of an oversight.”
It took a moment for the implication of her words to sink in. “Are you saying that I’m likely to be questioned about that?”
“I would think it’s a very strong possibility.”
He looked appalled at the idea. Sweat was now prickling on his pale brow as he repeated, “But I’m not on any Sex Offenders Register or anything. I’ve never touched a child in that way.”
“We have only your word for that,” said Carole, rather enjoying the police ‘we’.
“But if I’m questioned there’ll be lots of publicity. I might lose my job at Fether District Council.”
“Mr Southwest, eight years ago a very serious crime was committed. By pure chance you weren’t questioned about it at the time. But given the facts: A) that you have admitted to me that you have paedophile tendencies, and B) that the remains of Robin Cutter were found under a beach hut for which you have responsibility, I think the very least that will happen is that you’ll be asked to prove that you had nothing to do with the boy’s abduction.”
“I didn’t. You have to take my word for it.”
“You’d say that whether you were innocent or guilty, wouldn’t you?” Shiftily he avoided her gaze. “Were you doing your current job eight years ago?”
“Yes.”
“So you could easily have been here at Smalting the day Robin Cutter disappeared?”
“I could have been, but I wasn’t.”
“Could you prove that?”
“I don’t know. We’re talking about eight years ago, for God’s sake. I could have been here. All right, maybe I was, but if I was I didn’t see any small boy here and I certainly didn’t abduct one. I’d already found a way of controlling my urges.”
“You’ve mentioned that more than once, Mr Southwest. Would you explain to me what you mean by ‘controlling your urges’?”
“Yes, all right.” He was reluctant and the words came out slowly. “The fact is, Carole, that I’ve always felt like I do and there was a time when perhaps I did represent a danger to children, when perhaps my urges would have got the better of me. It was something I was always afraid of. I tried to avoid being in situations where I might be left alone with children, and yet at the same time I
“Of other people doing things to children?”
“Yes.”
“You mean by watching pornography?” asked Carole in disgust.
“Yes, but don’t be so dismissive of it. For me child pornography is a harmless release for –”
“But it’s not harmless! The children who feature in that kind of material are being harmed. At the time they’re filmed they’re being abused by –”
“Listen, Carole. If the existence of that pornography is stopping one person – me – from abusing a child, then surely that’s a good thing?”
“Well, it’s –”
“All I can say is that it works for me. It controls my urges, it provides a release for me – and it stops me from actually harming a real child!”
There was a silence. Carole recognized that she was never going to see eye to eye with Kelvin Southwest on the subject. But, more importantly, she found she was beginning to believe his protestations that he had had nothing to do with the abduction of Robin Cutter. Her certainties of earlier in the day were melting away. But then again, she told herself, paedophiles were notoriously devious and plausible. As she had pointed out to him, a guilty Kelvin Southwest would say just the same things as an innocent one. She needed to find out more.
“So where do you get this pornography from?” she asked with a shudder. “Do you download it from the internet? Are you part of some paedophile ring? Or do you have another source?”
“I have another very good source,” he replied almost smugly. “A very good source indeed.”
“Where do you get it from?”
There was a note of pride in his voice as he said, “You should know this, Carole, given your background in the Home Office.”
“Oh?” she asked, puzzled.
“Where does child porn go when it’s confiscated?”
“Well, obviously it goes to the police.”
“Exactly. So if someone like me had a contact in the police, a contact let us say who owed one a favour…that person might be persuaded to access…to copy that kind of material for one, mightn’t they?”
“And are you saying you have that kind of a contact?”
“I do.”
Carole didn’t need to ask him for the name. Suddenly the whole shabby set-up was crystal clear to her. “Curt Holderness,” she said.
Kelvin Southwest nodded, pleased with his own cleverness. “Yes, and even though he’s left the force, he still has a friend there who keeps up the supply.”
“And does Curt Holderness enjoy that kind of material too?”
He chuckled. “Why do you think he left the force early? Under something of a cloud? He could have been charged with stealing and disseminating the stuff, but the local police bigwigs didn’t want the adverse publicity. He was shuffled out unceremoniously but discreetly. And since he was doing a favour for me…”
“You organized for him to get the job as security officer for the Smalting Beach Hut Association?”
Kelvin Southwest gave another self-satisfied nod.
Carole Seddon’s mind was reeling. Everything she had thought about the case was suddenly turned on its head. Earlier in the day she had contemplated ending her interview with the Fether District Council official by revealing that she wasn’t really a police officer, but now no thought could have been further from her mind.
She also felt fairly convinced that Kelvin Southwest had had nothing to do with the abduction and murder of
