Logan, are you heading up to Fraserburgh any time soon? Because this missing cashline machine is a total mess. How come weve not got anyone Crime-Scene-Manager-trained on shift?
I want to raid an address in Banff.
What: now?
Soon as. He pushed through the main door and out into the sunny evening. Ive got intel that Kevin McEwan and Colin Spinney have taken possession of a big shipment from down south. Storing it at Spinneys house. If we move quick, we might catch them before its broken up and disappeared.
Klingon and Gerbil moving up in the world, are they?
Trying to.
Silence.
A seagull wheeled overhead, wings radiant-white against the flawless blue.
Guv?
Wed need corroboration.
Got a file yay thick with people complaining about them dealing from Gerbils flat.
Hold on Some muffled conversation. Then silence again.
Logan leaned back against the wall, one foot up on the dirty grey harling.
A second seagull joined the first, making slow loops, drifting away out to sea.
You still there? Email me an address and Ill get the warrant sorted. Too short notice to get the Operational Support Unit involved, but you can have one van, and two extra officers from Inverurie.
I need them to be search-trained. And a dog team.
You want jam on it, dont you?
Best chance weve got of finding Klingon and Gerbils stash.
Sigh. Ill see what I can do. Its going to take a couple of hours to get everything sorted, though. Stick in the ground: we go at nine tonight.
Thanks, Guv.
Just make sure you find something.
The desk phone rang and rang and rang. Logan grabbed the Post-it note, stuck a finger in one ear, mobile phone clamped to the other, and marched out of the main office into the corridor. Sorry, what was that?
Louises voice crackled down the line. Im not saying its definitely going to be a problem, but we need to keep on top of it. Samanthas health has to be our top priority.
Past the canteen and the gents toilet. Through into the Constables Office.
More phones ringing Nicholson scrabbling for a pad and scribbling things down. Uhuh, yes, sir. I will, sir. Shed stripped off her protective gear, exposing muddy circles under the arms of her black T-shirt. Like filthy sweat stains.
He plonked the Post-it in the middle of the desk, in front of her.
She nodded.
This chest infections been dragging on for a couple of weeks and Id really like to see if we can shift it.
And theres no risk?
And theres no risk?
Theres always a risk when you change someones medication. But a chest infections a serious thing for someone who was in a coma for as long as Samantha.
Nicholson must have finished her call, because she picked up the Post-it. Squinted at it. Then waved it at Logan. What?
OK, so lets fix her medication then. He put a hand over the mouthpiece. It says, Weve got a dog unit coming from Aberdeen.
It does? More squinting. You ever think about becoming a doctor?
Are you going to be up tomorrow?
Cant, Im in court all day. Wednesday though: about ten?
Nicholson grabbed a dry marker and stomped over to the whiteboard above the radiator. Printed DOG UNIT in the column marked ASSETS.
Perfect. And we need to take another look at getting you formally appointed as Samanthas legal guardian.
I hate-
I know you do.But if youre going to make decisions about medical interventions we need something a bit more legally secure than simply being her boyfriend. Its important, Logan.
A weight pressed down on his shoulders, making them sag. OK. Well talk about it Wednesday.
Trust me: its for the best. Youll see. And she was gone.
Logan slid his phone back into a pocket then turned to face the whiteboard. Inverurie had reneged on the two extra officers something about a big barney going on outside Specsavers. But the Duty Inspector had managed to scare up one search-trained constable from Mintlaw and another from Fraserburgh. Add in Nicholson, Deano, Tufty, and Logan: that made six officers, one dog handler, a dirty big Alsatian, and a Labrador with a thing for sniffing out drugs.
Could have been worse. At least they only had the one address to hit. None of that double-dunt nonsense.
The office phone rang. Nicholson grabbed it. Banff station, how can I help?
With any luck, that would be their warrant ready for collection. Colin Klingon Spinneys mum was in for a bit of a shock when she got back from Australia.
Logans Airwave bleeped.
Sarge? Deano.
Safe to talk. Where are you? Grab Tufty and get back here, weve got an op to plan. Big drugs-
Aye, no. Deep breath. Sarge, I need you down at Tarlair Swimming Pool. Right now.
Dont be daft, its-
Sarge, weve got a body. Its a wee girl.
Bloody hell A missing paedophile and a dead little girl, all in the same day. He grabbed his hat. Were on our way.
7
What do you mean, The drugs raids on hold?
Logan took hold of the grab handle above the passenger door as Nicholson floored it along Low Shore, past the boxy terraced houses of Newton Drive, siren wailing and lights flashing.
Inspector McGregor sounded as if she was chewing a wasp. Do you have any idea how many strings I had to pull to get you extra officers, a van, and a dog? Never mind the warrant, its-
Weve got reports of a young girls body at Tarlair Swimming Pool.
The houses with their red pantile roofs faded in the rear-view mirror. Now there was nothing keeping the car company but the chain-link fence between it and the cliffs that hugged the left-hand side of the road.
A hissed breath. Should you not have led with that?
Sorry, Guv. Constables Scott and Quirrel are securing the scene. Weve got an ETA ? He looked at Nicholson. Raised both eyebrows.
She changed down and threw them around the corner. Going as fast as I can
The needle hit ninety.
Call it two minutes.
The wastewater-treatment plant flashed by on the left, and Nicholson slammed on the brakes, swinging the car round into a steep hairpin bend. A squeal of tyres.
Tarlair Outdoor Swimming Pool appeared in the distance. A collection of boxy art deco buildings not much bigger than a handful of Portacabins were surrounded on three sides by cliffs, the fourth open to the sea. Their whitewashed walls going grey with neglect, caught by the evening sun. The two outdoor pools empty and decaying in front of them.
Have we got an ID?
Logan switched off the siren. Not yet. Weve no support staff in Banff after five. Can you spare someone?
The road dipped steeply down to another hairpin gorse bushes like a sheet of rolling flame on the right, the bay on the left. Dark rocks making broken submarines and stranded ships in the glittering water. White foam marked the outward edges as the waves tried to shoulder them up onto the grey stony beach.
Any idea if its accidental, or ?
I hope so. Weve got a missing paedophile on the books: Neil Wood. Disappeared three days ago. His father only reported it today.
Thats all we need The sound became muffled, as if shed stuck her hand over the microphone, partially blocking her firing orders at someone in the background telling someone to get the Scenes Examination Branch to hotfoot it over from the cashline job in Fraserburgh.
Smooth tarmac gave way to scabby potholes. Knee-high grass bordered the sides of the road, punctuated by the searching pink antennae of rosebay willowherb. The patrol car bumped across the pockmarked tarmac, then wallowed as Nicholson slowed. The sound of a mudflap grinding against the uneven surface.
The road gave up in a dead end, just before the entrance to the pool. One way in, one way out. Well, unless you wanted to work your way down the cliff path from the golf course.
Inspector McGregors voice went from muffled to full volume again. Logan, I need to know if this was a suspicious death ASAP. Am I calling in an MIT or not? Then secure the scene. Ill be right there, soon as I get someone to run admin tasks for you.
Logan stuck his Airwave handset on its clip.
Deano and Tuftys little police van was parked in the middle of the road, between two jagged lumps of rock, blocking off the entrance to the site. The thing needed a wash, its white paintwork nearly grey with grime, but the stripe of blue-and-yellow blocks along the side glowed in the pool cars flashing lights.
No sign of either of them.
Nicholson hit the button, killing the blue-and-whites.
Silence.
Logan grabbed his hat. Get the tape out and secure the road. I want it blocked. He turned in his seat, then pointed at the top of the hill, where the first hairpin was. Better make it other side of the water-treatment plant. Dont want some scumbag with a telephoto lens selling snaps to the tabloids.
Sarge.
As soon as he clunked the passenger door shut again, she was reversing through the potholes. Did a sharp three-pointer, then accelerated off.
He turned. Picked his way around the police van. Punched Deanos badge number into the Airwave.
But before he could press send, Tufty appeared, scrambling across the pebbled beach, both arms held out as if he was walking the high wire. He paused. Slithered back a couple of steps. Waved. Sarge? Over here.
Logan followed him across the pebble beach, avoiding the road. Broken kelp roots clung to the high-tide mark, pale and weathered, like a thousand human tibias. Everything smelled of ozone and salt, underpinned by a thin smear of rotting fish. He looked over his shoulder. Guy was down here taking photos for some urban-decay-project-thing. Young lad doing an HND in photography at Aberdeen College. Peed himself. Then battered it over to Macduff on his bike. Saw us at the harbour, and that was that.
A nod. Pebbles crunched and shifted under Logans feet. You confiscate the camera?
Deano got the SD card. Tufty pointed off to the right, towards a crumbling concrete embankment. This way.
Why didnt your student call nine-nine-nine? Thought everyone had a mobile phone now.
Tufty flashed a wee smile and a shrug. Panicked. Says he couldnt remember the number. Bit of a climb, sorry He clambered up the embankment, then up onto the grass. Then over an outcrop of lichen-covered rock.
You sure you know where youre going?
Deano said theres no way anyone would come this way carrying a body. So, you know, common approach path. More clambering and scrambling, and they were up on a ridge above the swimming pools. Tufty nodded. Down there.