Thirty
Guthrie walked back from the bar to the corner table he had secured while waiting for Alisdair. They had decided to meet for dinner at the Colliston Inn, just a few minutes from Ogilvy. Guthrie almost hoped Ogilvy and his mystery companion would decide to visit the local pub for a pint, allowing him to innocently bump into him.
"Cheers." Alisdair took his pint as Guthrie sat down.
“What did Miss Donaldson have to say?"
"She doesn't know who the supplier was Gant was talking to -- or at least that's what she said.”
Guthrie ran his fingers through his hair, "Bugger."
But she did say that it had something to do with tests on one of the materials."
"Really?" Guthrie slapped the table. "Well, that's something at least. Perhaps we can cross-reference the vendor list with whatever p
