Thirty-Six
"Bloody hell, Alisdair! Do you think he just gave us a reason to suspect him for Gant's murder?" Guthrie sat at a desk with his hands clasped behind his head.
"I don't know, Tom. Did he?"
"Come on, Alisdair, you're smarter than that. You followed a path that's the root cause for how many crimes, huh? Follow the money, right?"
"It seemed logical to me, but where's the evidence Mitchell had anything to do with Gant's murder?"
"Ach! Evidence!" Guthrie said, rocking forward to reach a sheet of paper and a pen. He looked at Alisdair and smiled. "I know, I know. Just joking."
"Jeez, Tom. Sometimes I really don't know when to take you seriously."
Guthrie squared the paper in front of him. He scribbled a bullet point list as he talked. "Look, the way I see it, Mitchell screwed wi
