Dying light

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Logan's phone started ringing pretty much the moment he switched it back on – a harsh cacophony of bings, squeaks and whistles that made his stomach clench. But it was only Colin Miller; the reporter had managed to track down an address for Brendan 'Chib' Sutherland. According to Miller's sources, Chib and his mate with the long hair and 'tache were staying in an exclusive little development on the western edge of Ma

Logan got the feeling there was something else, something the reporter wasn't telling him, but no amount of prompting, cajoling or questioning would get him to spill the beans. So in the end Logan just had to thank Miller for the info. Whatever it was, he'd probably find out soon enough. 'So, Laz… you got anythin' for me? You know, quid pro quo, like?' Logan thought about it. DI Steel wanted to let Councillor Marshall get away with abusing a fourteen-year-old, wanted everyone to look the other way, had told him in no uncertain terms to keep his nose out of it? No problem, he'd let the Press and Journal do it for him. So Logan told Miller all about Councillor Marshall, the Chief Greenbelt Development Pla

Logan turned the car back towards FHQ – he'd managed to spend a whole four and a quarter hours away from the office, but like it or not, he'd have to go back in to do something about Chib and his greasy-looking mate.

Sergeant Mitchell was having a sly fag on the back podium as Logan slid the pool car into one of the vacant parking spots. 'What the hell you doing back here?' he shouted, not bothering to take the cigarette from his mouth. 'Thought I told you to make yourself scarce?'

'I take it Napier's been looking for me.'

'Surprisingly enough, no.' He oozed smoke out through his nose, where it became entangled in the hairs of his moustache, leaving it smouldering. 'The lovely Count Nosferatu has been away with the Chief Constable all day, on what is being politely referred to as "a jolly".' Logan nodded gloomily.

It just meant the bollocking was postponed until tomorrow.

'But one of them Wildlife Crime Officers came past about your dog in a suitcase.'

'Yeah?' He'd forgotten all about handing the investigation over, what with the fires and all the dead prostitutes. 'Any luck?'

'How the hell should I know?'

'Wonderful, thanks, Eric'

'You're welcome.' Sergeant Mitchell took a deep drag and tried for a smoke-ring, failing miserably. 'By the way: social services been round, that wee whore of yours is really only thirteen.' He raised his cigarette in salute. 'Fuckin' proud moment for Aberdonians everywhere…' and suddenly Eric looked all of his forty-one years. 'Oh and DI Steel wants to see you as well. And before you ask: no idea. You'll have to ask her yourself.'

DI Steel's incident room was slowly fumbling its way back into chaos, as time and the inspector's natural flair for entropy took hold. The back shift were ma

Three fresh yellow Post-it notes lurked in the middle of Logan's desk along with yet another plastic bag of videotapes from Operation Cinderella. Logan stuffed them, unwatched, in the cupboard with all the others. The first Post-it was from Steel, telling him that the labs had finally got their finger out and come back with an analysis of the items retrieved from Jamie McKi

'You wanted to see me?' said Logan, dropping himself into a seat on the other side of the table, eyeing Steel suspiciously.

'Mrnmmphhh…' She chewed, forced a big wedge of sandwich into the side of her mouth and mumbled something about leaving him a note.

'I got a possible address for our Edinburgh pushers.'

A predatory smile slunk its way onto the inspector's face.

"Bout bloody time too,' she said, washing down the last of her sandwich with a skoof of Irn-Bru. 'Right, let's get a search and apprehension warrant. I want to take the bastards tonight, before they have a chance to do someone else.'

'What about Insch?'

Steel frowned. 'What about him?'

'Well, we think that maybe these guys might have something to do with Karl Pearson. You know, the man we found tortured to death with his throat cut?'

'And?'

'Don't you think we should tell him about-'

'Bugger that: this is our collar. Insch can have his turn when we've finished doing them for the drugs.' She settled back in her seat and started digging between her rear molars with a fingernail. 'This is our chance to shine, Lazarus. We tell Insch and he'll take the whole thing over. If there's any credit going on this one, I want it. Insch doesn't need it.'

And that was it, end of discussion. She wouldn't even let him tell the Drugs Squad.

It took the best part of an hour to organize the warrants, identify a team and get them together so the inspector could take them through the compulsory pre-operation briefing.

Nine firearms-trained officers and a handful of uniform for backup. There was a good mixture of men and women, all of them straight-faced and deadly serious, listening intently as Steel filled them in on Chib Sutherland's colourful background.

Much to Logan's surprise, DC Simon Re

As soon as the inspector had finished Re

Steel shook her head. 'Haven't got a bloody clue, but I'm no' taking any chances. No one is to go into that house without a gun and a bullet-proof vest. Understand? I want