'Ow!' Bain told him to stop whining and get onto Photographic:'I want that man's face blown up and enhanced. Tell them nothing else takes precedence, understand?' The constable snapped off a salute and stabbed the video's eject button. 'Next, I want everyone to go back through the list of abattoir workers: find me a face that fits.' He smiled. 'We've finally got him.'
Logan stood outside on the rear podium, trying to get through to Chief Constable Faulds on his mobile. It rang through to an anonymous electronic answering service. He declined to leave a message and tried the number Faulds had given him for Lloyd House - Birmingham's version of Force Headquarters instead. 'West Midlands Police, how can I help you?' He asked to be put through, ending up in Hold Music Hell with a panpipe rendition of In the Air Tonight. Before finally getting through to a human being who told him Faulds was taking a couple of personal days, but he'd be back on Wednesday. Would Logan like to leave a message? 'Yeah, tell him we've got a suspect: Marek Kowalczyk, works at the abattoir where we found the body parts.' Alec appeared through the back door, grinning from ear to ear, a bulky stab-proof vest on under his parka. 'This'll make a kick-ass finale to the programme!' Logan thanked the sergeant on the other end of the phone and hung up. 'You do know this is probably going to be hours of sitting in a car waiting for nothing to happen, don't you?' 'Ah, where's your sense of adventure? This is going to be great!' Which just went to show how much he knew.
39
Garioch View Guesthouse, Turriff - Sunday 19:54 The bed and breakfast was a crumbling building not too far from the centre of Turriff. God knew why they'd called it 'Garioch View', the only thing visible from the pokey rooms was a bus stop on other side of the road and a swathe of grimy red sandstone houses. According to the landlady, Marek Kowalczyk was out, but he'd be back later - probably half-cut - so they parked the CID pool car two doors away under a streetlight, where they'd have a good view of the entrance. Logan wound the car window down, letting in the cool night air. DI Steel shivered in the passenger seat. 'You trying to give us all hypothermia? Shut the bloody window.' 'Put your shoes back on then.' 'No.' 'Smells like mouldy gorgonzola in here.' 'Cheeky bastard. Anyway, Alec's no' complaining, are you Alec?' The cameraman leant over from the back seat. 'No, but that sod Paul gave me his cold, didn't he?' Blowing his nose for dramatic effect. 'See: Alec's got pneumonia and you won't shut the window. You trying to kill him?' 'Fine. OK. Whatever.' Logan wound the window back up. 'Jesus ...'
Garioch View Guesthouse, Turriff - Sunday 20:13
