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"Yeah," I said. "They all love a guy who's had brain surgery, don't they?"

His smile faded, and for a moment he looked a little embarrassed. He sniffed and cleared his throat. "All right," he said. "Well, the reason we're here ..." He looked up at Gram. "Would you like to sit down, Ms Harvey?"

"Nice of you to ask," Gram said, "but I'm all right here, thanks." She looked at Webster, who was standing behind Johnson with an open notebook and a pencil in his hands. "Would you like to sit down?" she asked him.

"No," he mumbled, glancing at Johnson. "No ... I'm all right here, thanks."

Johnson frowned at Gram, not sure if she was being sarcastic or not, then — after a quick glance at DC Webster — he turned back to me. "So, as I was saying, the reason we're here ... well, basically, we'd just like to ask you a few more questions about your accident —"

"It wasn't an accident."

"No, I know ... well, actually, we don't know if it was an accident or not, but we're assuming it wasn't. We think the mobile phone that caused your injuries was probably thrown out of the window during the attack on Lucy and Ben Walker."

"Yeah," I said, it was."

"You saw it being thrown?"

I nodded. "I couldn't see who threw it, though. The sun was in my eyes. All I could see was someone at the window."

"Can you describe them?"

I shook my head. "They were too far away."

"Was it a man? A boy?"

"A boy, I think."

"Black or white?"

"I don't know."

"How old?"

"I couldn't tell."

"OK ... but you definitely saw a boy at the window, and you think he threw the phone at you?"

"Yeah."

"What time was this?"

"Ten to four."

Johnson raised his eyebrows. "That's very precise." I shrugged. "I remember looking at my watch just before it happened. It was ten to four."

He nodded. "Right. So you'd just left school?"

"Yeah."

"And where were you going?"

"Home."

"Right... you were coming here?"

"Yeah."

"OK." He glanced at Webster, who was busy writing down everything I was saying, then he looked back at me. "Were you aware at the time that an assault was taking place in a flat on the thirtieth floor?"

"No."

"You didn't find out until later?"

"That's right."

"Remind me again how you found out about the attack."

"It was when I was in the hospital," I told him, looking him in the eye. "I was in the toilets and someone had left an old copy of the Southwark Gazette behind. There was report about the attack in the paper."

Johnson nodded, looking at Webster. Webster flicked through his notebook, checked something, then nodded back at Johnson.

Johnson turned back to me.

I said to him, "Have you caught them yet?"

"Sorry?"

"The kids who raped Lucy — have you caught them?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm afraid we can't reveal any details of an ongoing investigation —"

"You haven't caught them."

He sighed. "We're doing our best, Tom. But with these kinds of cases ... well, it's difficult. You know what it's like around here. People won't talk to us. They're afraid." He looked at me. "You know Lucy Walker, don't you?"

I nodded. "We grew up together."

"I believe you've been visiting her recently. Is that right?"

"Who told you that?"

"How is she?" he asked, ignoring my question. "How's she holding up?"

I shrugged. "As well as can be expected, I suppose."

He looked at me. "Has she talked to you about what happened?"

I glanced at Gram, not sure what to say.

She turned to Johnson. "Whatever Lucy and Tommy have talked about, that's their business. Now, have you got any more questions? Because if you haven't —"

"I'll let you know when we're finished, Ms Harvey," Johnson said, turning away from her and looking at me. "I'd like to ask both of you about a series of incidents that have occurred in Crow Lane over the last week or so."

"Incidents?" Gram said. "What incidents?"

Johnson kept looking at me. "A number of the indi­viduals that we suspect were either involved in or have information about the attack on Lucy and Ben have recently been subjected to varying degrees of assault."

I frowned at him. "Can you say that again, please? In English."

Johnson stared at me. "You heard me. Someone's been taking the law into their own hands. Do you know any­thing about that?"

"No," I said.

He looked at Gram. "Ms Harvey?"

She looked puzzled. "You mean someone's been attack­ing the boys you suspect of raping Lucy?"

"Well, it's not quite as simple as that... and because no one's talking to us, most of the information we have is sketchy to say the least. But we think that someone, probably someone local, might be targeting anyone who has connections with the local street gangs." He looked at me again. "So we think it's probably someone who has some kind of grudge against the gangs ... someone seek­ing revenge, perhaps."

I laughed quietly. "What? And you think that might be me or Gram?"

Johnson shrugged, "I'm just asking if you know anything, Tom. That's all. You're friends with Lucy ... maybe you know someone who might want to punish the people who hurt her. Can you think of anyone like that?"

I slowly shook my head. "No ... no one springs to mind. And, anyway, how would they know who did it? I mean, how would they know who to punish?"

Johnson shrugged again. "Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe Lucy told them, or Ben ... or maybe they witnessed the attack themselves but are too afraid to tell us. Or perhaps they've just been listening to all the rumours going round the estate. Or maybe they don't know who did it, they're just assuming it was the Crows or the FGH —"

"This is all getting a bit ridiculous, isn't it?" sighed Gram.

Johnson looked at her. "You think so?"

"I do."

"Why's that, Ms Harvey?"

"Well, firstly ..." Gram held up a finger. "The gangs are always fighting each other. It's what gangs do — they beat each other up, stab each other, shoot each other. They've been doing it for hundreds of years, and they'll carry on doing it until they're all gone ... which won't ever happen. So I don't see why you suddenly seem to think that any of it means anything. I also don't understand why you're wasting your time looking for someone who's attacking the bad guys, when you still haven't found the bad guys yourself."

"Well ..." Johnson started to explain, "as I said before —"

"And secondly," Gram said, holding up another finger, "even if there is some kind of vigilante out there, which I very much doubt, I don't see what that's got to do with us." She stared at Johnson. "Do I look like I'm capable of terrorizing gangsters?"

Johnson shook his head. "I never said —"

"Do you think Tommy's capable? I mean, he's still recov­ering from a life-threatening operation, for God's sake. And even if he wasn't... well, look at him. He couldn't terrorize a fly." She smiled at me. "No offence, Tommy."

"None taken."

She turned back to Johnson. "So, unless you've got anything more relevant —"

"A number of youths were assaulted near Fitzroy House yesterday evening," he said sternly, turning to me. "Two of them are still in hospital, one in a critical condi­tion. During the assault, a van was set on fire. We have a witness who saw you at the children's playground minutes before the attack. Do you deny being there?"

"No, I was there."

"Hold on, Tommy," Gram said. She turned to Johnson. "What's going on here? You can't just —"

"Yes, I can, Ms Harvey. Your grandson is a potential witness to a very serious assault that may end up as a murder case. I need to ask him some questions. All right?"

Gram looked at me.