Thirty-Eight
"Bloody fire! I still can't believe I've had to deal with that in the middle of a murder inquiry." Guthrie sipped a milky coffee waiting for Alisdair to agree.
Nayte's coffee shop was a short walk from the station. The pair had finally broken down and decided they needed food. They made it just before the place closed for the day. There were only two other customers, both old men reading newspapers. The staff were busy cleaning the countertops and packing away food.
"We've had to deal with it." Alisdair's tone was one of correction, not concurrence.
"Aye, sorry. I keep going on about that though, don't I?"
"Yes, but I understand the frustration." Alisdair took a bite out of his cheese toastie. "The reports came in this afternoon. Why don't I get through the paperwork in t
