CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“The bugger’s escaped!” Constable Nicoll shouted as Watters emerged from the interview room. “How the deuce can he escape between here and the jail?”
“Who’s escaped?” Watters asked, already guessing the answer. He pushed Grant’s murder to the back of his mind.
“Snodgrass,” Nicoll said. “Two constables were escorting him to the jail when he thumped one and made a break for it.”
“Damn it to hell!” Watters grabbed his cane and hat and left the building, dragging on his coat. “Where did he go?”
“Towards the town,” an excited young constable said.
“Then why are you not chasing him?” Watters loped along the street, heading the constable’s clumsy boots thumping from the pavement. “Spring your rattle, for God’s sake. I don’t want that creature loose in Dundee.”
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