Thirty-Two
The balance of the morning was spent coordinating the teams dispatched around the town and elsewhere. Alisdair concentrated his efforts helping the pair of uniforms from Montrose who were assigned the task of tracking down the mystery supplier. It was almost one o'clock when he reported to Guthrie.
"Any luck?" Questioned Guthrie as Alisdair approached his desk.
"Actually, yes."
Guthrie sat back and put his hands behind his head. "Oh, aye? Do tell."
"We have two decent leads. First one is a company that provided Ogilvy with zips and fasteners, Fassentec." Alisdair spelled it out for Guthrie. "Everything from heavy duty plastic ones for coats, to small ones for cycling shorts." Alisdair flicked the page of his notebook and continued.
"You said 'provided'," Guthrie said, lean
