Chapter Four
Callan left the SOCO team to work its magic: gather samples and segregate them to study in their lab. He had to talk to the people in the house. The police constables had gone through hell babysitting four adults who hadn’t had any sleep.
And now Callan sat opposite Jack McCloughan, whose nostrils flared like a bull’s before a fight.
‘You can’t shut us down!’
‘We’re not—’
‘There’s nothing wrong with our distillery!’
‘Sir, we are processing evidence—’
‘In the bloody distillery?’ He followed that with more cussing. ‘Did the Mackinnon woman tell you to do this?’
Callan frowned. ‘Why would she tell me to shut down your distillery?’
‘Because she’s sour blood.’
Callan looked up from his notepad. ‘Care to elaborate?’
‘You can’t shut us down.’ Jack was a broken record.
‘I
