MR: I want to do it now. Please, sir. I’d rather get it done and if it helps you to make sense of what he . . . I want to get it done.
TW: All right, detective. In that case, let’s start with how long you’ve known the suspect, Stephen Keele.
MR: Six years. October 12th 2003. That’s when they invited me over to meet him. They’d told me they were planning to foster someone. A boy. But that’s when I met him. October 12th.
TW: What did you think, when you met him? First impressions.
MR: He was eight years old. [Pause]. He was just a child. He didn’t speak much. He didn’t smile. But I thought . . . he was just a kid.
TW: Did your parents tell you much about his background, where he’d come from?
TW: Detective, do you need a break? Let’s take a break . . .
MR: No. Thanks, sir, I want to carry on. I’m sorry. I’m just. . . I’m okay. Where did he come from, was that the question?
MR: I can’t really remember what they told me. I assumed a broken home. They come from broken homes, don’t they? Boys like that. He was . . . quiet. I didn’t think . . . They were happy. Sir, they were happy . . .
TW: Take your time, detective. Marnie. Take your time.
MR: He had my room. They gave him my room. I didn’t mind that, but I thought they’d redecorate. I offered to help, but there was never a good time. [Pause].I know how that sounds. Never a good time in six years. But it’s the truth. I didn’t . . . I wasn’t home enough to help, or to notice how he was with them. If I’d been home then maybe I’d have seen . . . something.
TW: Not necessarily. They’d have called you if there was a problem. Or spoken with the foster service. We know they didn’t speak with the foster service, only routine calls.
MR: The neighbours. Mrs Poole at number 12 . . .
TW: Go on.
MR: She’s a watcher. I don’t mean . . . You know what I mean, sir. When I lived there. I couldn’t go anywhere without her seeing. Didn’t she notice anything wrong?
TW: Just a normal happy family, that’s what her statement says.
MR: It’s not true though, is it? Not normal or happy, otherwise they’d be alive. He wouldn’t have— [breaks off].
TW: Take as long as you need.
MR: She must’ve seen something. Mrs Poole. I couldn’t walk down that road when I was fourteen without her watching me. She must have seen something.
TW: Nothing that’s in her statement. I’m sorry.
MR: Not her job, of course, just a hobby. Nosy neighbour. . . It was my job. To notice things when they’re right under my nose. Like my parents moving a murderer into my bedroom. Maybe you should put me back in uniform, sir. Not much of a detective. Not much a daughter, either—
TW: Let’s take a break.
MR: No. I want to finish this. You’ve got more questions. I’ll just . . . ask me the questions, sir.
TW: [Pause]. When was the last time you saw your parents?
MR: Last June. It must’ve been . . . June 20th? I should’ve gone for Christmas but I was working. They invited me, but I didn’t make it down. I called them on Christmas Day, like I always do, but I haven’t seen them since June 20th.
TW: How were they when you saw them?
MR: The same. They were the same.
TW: Was Stephen with them?
MR: I went to the house, so yes. He was there. In his room, doing his homework, I think. [Pause]. The school didn’t notice anything?
TW: We’re still doing the interviews. When was the last time you spoke with your mum and dad?
MR: Christmas. I meant to ring at Easter, but . . . it was Christmas Day. Just after breakfast. They sounded the same. They put him on the phone. That’s what they do. Did. They liked us to talk to each other. ‘Speak to your brother,’ that’s what they said. So I did. I spoke with him. I wished him Happy Christmas. [Inaudible]. I can’t remember what he said to me. Sir, I can’t remember—
TW: Interview suspended. We’re taking a break. It’s okay. Marnie? Come here, it’s okay.
— interview ends —