Logan deleted that last sentence and replaced it with:
It’s possible they were in on it together.
Can you pressure Forensics for an answer on the accelerants?
Thanks.
Because surely the head of A Division would have more luck shouting ‘FROG!’ at them than he had.
Worth a go, anyway:
SEND.
Tufty stopped bum-dancing and had a frown instead. ‘Do you think Marshall’s going to be OK? She took it pretty hard.’
‘At least she’s got her grandad. And her friends.’
Speaking of which...
He brought up Randolph Hay’s last text and fired-off a reply:
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I wanted you to know that Spencer Findlater has been in a serious accident.
He’s in ARI: Ward 212
Knowing the Orphan Grapevine, every one of Spencer’s friends would know by lunchtime. With any luck, maybe one of them would even check in on his grandad?
Must remember and ask Pine about that care package...
Tufty sighed. ‘It’s a shame we can’t just be the Happy Police. Nothing but good news and handing out sweeties.’
Yeah. That’s how people ended up on the register.
Logan tapped his phone against his chin as the pale spiky mass of a deconsecrated church loomed at the side of the road.
In an ideal world, they’d just head up to ARI and interview Spencer Findlater. But that was a bit tricky, what with him being unconscious and everything.
Just have to find Charles MacGarioch the old-fashioned way.
Stillno reply from Rennie about the stakeout, so Logan gave the lazy sod a call. Listening to it ring and ring and ring.
Carden Place turned into Skene Street and one side of the street swapped granite grey for leafy green.
‘You have reached the Triple-Five Messaging Service. Please leave a message after the tone.’
Bleeeep.
Logan did: ‘Where are you?’ Then hung up. ‘Rennie’s not answering his phone.’
Tufty nodded, as if that were only to be expected of a second-rate ex-sidekick. ‘Did I tell you Kate’s moving in tonight? Well,mostlymoving in; she’s still got a bunch of stuff at her dad’s. But I does officially has a “lovenest”!’ Dancing in his seat again.
Logan tried Steel instead – it just rang and rang as well.
A grin from the wee loon. ‘Never lived with a woman before. Well, mymum, but that doesn’t count for the purposes of this narrative.’ Looking across the car. ‘When did you get your first lovenest Sarge? Was it—’
‘The hell do you want?’
Charming as ever.
