Thirty-Four
Ogilvy was made to wait in the interview room having gone over all the information for little over an hour, a digital voice recorder running this time.
Back in the incident room, Guthrie was paging through his notebook when Buchanan appeared like a silent assassin beside him. "Tom."
Guthrie jumped. "Jeez, Ian! You'll give someone a heart attack sneaking up on them like that."
"I didn't exactly sneak up on you, Tom. Looked to me like you were in your own little world there."
Guthrie flipped his notebook shut. "I suppose you want your update?"
"That's the plan, yes."
Guthrie slowly got up and picked up some loose papers from a stack on the desk. "Okay. You want to do this in your office?"
"No. Here is fine."
Guthrie scrunched his face into something he hoped looked like
