Twenty-Four
After two hours of calls, Guthrie had had enough. He had sat at the desk the entire time without getting up for a coffee or even to stretch. After an hour and a half, he had asked Alisdair where he was on the list, counting down to the point where they met.
"Bloody hell. That was fun."
"Good old-fashioned detective work, I would have thought," Alisdair said, not without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I've never been one for the mundane paperwork, Alisdair. I thought you would have picked up on that by now."
"Oh, I figured that alright. Just think, though. All this work will confirm one way or another our thinking about a link to a supplier."
"Alisdair, son, I've been at this a long time. Far longer than you." Alisdair started to blush, embarrassed that he had told Guthr
