"Sorry, the name is Susan Bones. This is Gene Hunt."
Susan saw the look of realisation on Bletchley's face, seeing him become aware of the moment he was being suspected of the crime. She wasn't sure if he truly was innocent, as his body language spoke well of someone who was a practised liar. There just wasn't enough... disbelief that he was a suspect.
She was going to ask about the portkey he used for Paris (if he was at all even there), when Hunt stepped out of line and outright accused him of the crime. Bloody hell, Percy would have have a field day over this.
"Gene," she said with an ominous threat in her voice. "I'm asking the questions today."