For just a moment Miles' eyes narrowed. Were they here to question him, or were they here... surely they didn't suspect him? But then they didn't seem too threatening (well the pretty blonde one didn't, but the other geezer looked like he wanted to go a few rounds with just his fists. Miles would have certainly loved to do the honours).
"Yes, that's Liam. We just told him about Rosmerta. He's quite cut up about it, actually. I mean, I was shocked to hear that she was murdered, but the woman was some sort of grandmotherly figure to the boy."
Her next question seemed a little more generic, and it made him think he was just one in a long line of pub goers who was being interviewed.
He thought long and hard. "I don't know, really. I picked my son up on Thursday, but that's the last I saw of her." I warned the silly woman she'd end up dead.
"Did you say how she died?" he asked out of curiosity. There was little gossip out there about it, other than the fact that Rosie was murdered, and the pub was closed.