Forty-Four
Alisdair had found Guthrie in the canteen. He had been reading a newspaper and sipping from a bottled water. Alisdair told him that Teri Donaldson was waiting in the interview room and excused himself, saying that he had to finish up the fire paperwork for Buchanan. Guthrie didn’t object. He was still in a mood and the hangover was hanging on.
All the preliminaries had been taken care of. Teri Donaldson had been asked, for the record, all the same questions she had been asked before. She gave the same answers. Her mood and body language suggested she was tired. She sat with a cup of milky tea from the canteen, cradling it in her hands, as if it was the only thing keeping her warm, even though the room was stuffy with no air moving at all.
“Miss Donaldson, I need to understand
