Twenty-Six
"Nice."
Guthrie took in the leather seats of the Jaguar Alisdair had signed out for their trip to the warehouse fire.
"Not bad, huh?"
"Who did you have to bribe to get this thing? Or did you just have to flash that boyish smile at the young lady at the front desk?"
Alisdair shot Tom a frown but didn't answer either question. "It's a loaner from Dundee. Inspector Buchanan is the only one who uses it, but there was nothing else available, so..."
At the mention of the inspector's name Guthrie visibly shrunk into the seat and grunted.
"I should have known. The thing is cleaner than the inside of a Dettol bottle." He folded his arms and watched the buildings go by. Alisdair smirked, but again refused to comment.
“Been seeing a lot of these things recently,” Guthrie said as he
