raises his eyebrows, and says, OK. He gives lan a packet ten and some matches. Thanks.' lan lights up a cigarette, breathes noisily so you see,' he goes on, 'it was all Tony's idea, and Malc, well, he'd done this kind of thing before. I was just family, that's why Tony brought me in. I'm not saying I wasn't part of I mean, that's why I'm here now. I just want it in the police report that I wasn't the leader, the clever one.' "I think I can agree with that, the detective says. Aren't you going to write all this down asks lan. We're trained, boy. We remember everything. So n nods, goes on with his story: The interview room is small and airless. It smells of all the people who have told their stories in there. A few of the stories were even true. "So we drive up this slip-road a few times. Nobody notices us, asks what we're doing. Tony's happy about that, and the plan is fixed for last Wednesday: "Why a Wednesday?' the detective asks. lan shakes his head. Tony's idea, he said. He moves around again in his chair, remembering Wednesday night. Tony and Tan were dressed in the uniforms. Tony had a friend with a big truck. It had been easy to borrow it for the night. The story was, they were helping someone move house. They took the truck up to the roundabout, left the car near the bottom of the slip-road. Male was dressed like a truck driver, and he and lan waited went back down to the A90, stood by the Department of Transport sign, and used a torch to stop a lorry on the road Then he told the lorry driver to drive up the slip-road, to the