I didn’t like Rob. We got on sometimes but he treated me like his own personal slave. Working crazy early sorting his filthy golf bag out, cleaning his clubs. Do it yourself man! I think he was doing that so I couldn’t spend time with his wife. But we found our ways round that. 

He also prevented me from becoming a professional in my own right. And now he’s dead I will be re-applying with all the evidence that has come to light. That would have been a good reason to kill him. But on the night he was killed I was working in the bar, everyone saw me there, and I had to get up early to sort his golf stuff. It wasn’t until he didn’t show that I realised something was wrong.