Thirty-One
Sunday, 30th March, 2014
Buchanan stood at one end of the incident room. Guthrie sat at a desk to his left, nursing a bottled water. He had to cut down on caffeine.
It had been ten the night before when he and Alisdair parted company having drawn up the briefing summary, downing a couple of pints in the process. By the time Guthrie got back to his flat, it was almost eleven.
Even with the alcohol in his system, the long day behind him, and a slow drive home, he couldn't fall asleep. His mind went through the case then wandered to thinking about Jacquie and how he owed her a call. He couldn't believe he let the entire day go by without calling her. Another Guthrie fail. He had finally fallen asleep around two.
The room was filled with officers from Arbroath, a couple from Mo
