A Litter of Bones: A Scottish Detective Mystery (DCI Logan Crime Thrillers Book 1) by JD Kirk

Author:JD Kirk [Kirk, JD]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Zertex Crime
Published: 2019-05-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

“This had better be bloody important.”

“It’s major, sir,” Hamza told him, leading the DCI back into the Incident Room. Tyler Neish stood a good eight or nine feet from DS Khaled’s desk, where the laptop was sitting open. Hamza gestured to it wordlessly, then hung back with Tyler while Logan approached.

“What am I meant to be looking…?” Logan began, then his voice trailed off as he got closer and saw what was currently displayed on the screen. “Hang on. Is that…?”

“Aye. Looks like it, sir,” Hamza said. “Didn’t notice at first, but I spotted it when going back through.”

A jumble of thoughts spun around inside Logan’s head, none of them quite falling into place. The photo was a gamechanger, no question about it. He just had no idea what the game was going to change into, that was the problem.

“Can you run me off a couple of copies of this?” he asked, pointing to the screen.

Hamza nodded. “It’ll take about fifteen minutes. I’ll have to get a USB to take—”

“Do whatever you need to do.”

Logan turned his attention to Tyler. He noticed that the younger officer had got himself tidied up after the chase through the trees. He looked immaculate, with only a few hairs out of place, and even those had been styled that way deliberately.

“Is the liaison still with the Reids?” Logan asked him.

“Not sure, sir.”

“Check and find out. Then, send someone to get Catriona Reid. In fact, you go. Tell her we need to ask her a few questions. Nothing major, tell her, just some background stuff. Keep the husband at home in case anyone tries to get in contact.”

“Got it.”

Logan looked around the Incident Room. “DI Forde around?”

“He’s getting his head down for an hour, sir,” Hamza explained. “Thought it was a good time. Plans doing the nightshift, if we need to.”

“Right. Fine.”

“What do you want me to do with Catriona Reid when I bring her in?” Tyler asked.

“There’s another interview room, right? Stick her in that, then come get me.”

“It’s occupied, sir,” Hamza said.

Logan frowned. “What? Who by?”

“Your journalist,” Tyler volunteered.

“Henderson?”

Tyler shook his head. “Nah. The other one. The local guy. Fisher, is it?”

“Thomas Fisher,” said Hamza.

“Alright, you fucking swot,” Tyler teased. “We didn’t have to go far to find him, he was out front with the rest of them.”

“Right, aye. I’d forgotten about him. Anyone spoken to him yet?”

“Not really, boss, no,” said Tyler. “He’s sitting in there looking fit for tears, though.”

Logan sighed. “Fine. Tyler, go get Catriona Reid. Hamza, I don’t hear that printer going.”

Hamza practically snapped to attention. Tyler took out his car keys and spun them on a finger, like a Wild West Sheriff with a six-shooter.

Logan turned to the door. “Right, Mr Fisher. Let’s get you out of the road.”

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