Tyler
The call connected at eleven forty-three.
Erica was sitting cross legged on the bed with her notebook open on her knee. I was by the window. Connor had come down when he heard us moving and was standing in the doorway in a dressing gown that had seen better years, holding a mug like this was a completely normal thing to be doing at midnight.
Roland's voice came through immediately.
"Mercer walked in forty minutes ago," he said. "Edinburgh Central. Desk sergeant took his details and called the duty inspector. My contact there reached me twenty minutes after that." A pause. "He's talking. Full statement. Everything — the game, the payment, who gave the instruction, how it was routed."
I stood very still.
"Is it enough?" I said.
"It's more than enough. With Mercer's statement and
