Logan listened to Faulds and Insch playing Bad Cop, Worse Cop for a while, then let his attention wander round the little office. A couple of empty display stands were piled in the corner, next to a stack of dusty wicker picnic hampers; two filing cabinets beneath a barred window - Logan poked through one of them, keeping an ear on the conversation behind him. Insch:'Tell me where the bastard is.' McFarlane:'I've no idea, I haven't seen Ken in years.' Insch:'Bollocks.' The filing cabinet was full of accounts, bills, payslips - nothing really jumped out. Logan pulled a ledger marked 'OVERTIME' from the drawer. Faulds:'You have to see it from our point of view--' Insch again:'--going to send you down for a long, long--' Faulds:'Better if you just tell us everything you know--' McFarlane:'But I don't know anything!' The ledger was nearly indecipherable, page after page of dates, hours, payments, and names in the butcher's trembling scrawl. Logan skipped to the most recent entries. Insch:'--people like you in Peterhead Prison, with the--' 'Sir!' Logan cut across the inspector, and there was an ominous silence as Insch turned to glare at him. Logan held out the ledger. 'Last page. Third name from the bottom.' Insch snatched it off him and read, his brow furrowed, lips slowly twitching into a smile. 'Well, well, well.' Faulds:'What?' The inspector slammed the book down on the desktop, then tapped the page with a fat finger. 'Thought you said you'd not seen Ken Wiseman for years.' McFarlane wouldn't look at the book. 'I ... I haven't.' 'Then why does this say he did two hours overtime, day before yesterday?'
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There was a pause, and then a voice from the doorway said,'Sorry guys, I ran out of tape. Any chance we could do that last bit again?' It was Alec, standing in the doorway with his HDV camera. Insch rolled his eyes, sighed, then asked,'From where?' 'Finding the book.' Faulds looked confused, until Logan introduced the cameraman. 'He's from the BBC, they're doing one of those observational documentaries:
