Susan nudged Hunt's shoulder, trying to stop him from having a bloody staring competition with Bletchley. Merlin, they were worse than little boys, sometimes. She wondered if she could get anything sensible out of the boy.
She wasn't sure what to make of the quip about vampires, but he either had to be joking, or covering up a crime he committed. His story about the bath, and his admittance that mittens were there did sound realistic, even to the fact he identified an item that was not public evidence.
"There were some items with your son's name on them, but unfortunately, nothing from the scene of the crime can be released. Sorry." Susan did make it sound unfortunate. "Does he need more mittens in the short term? I could perhaps knit some?"
Bletchley looked a little off. "Are you all right?"
"Okay, well I think that's all we need. But as a matter of form, I do have to ask everyone about their whereabouts on Friday evening between eleven and nine o'clock on Saturday."