'Thought as much. But then you never did, did you? Pretending you're so damn smart, when we all know you couldn't count to eleven with both hands and your dick.' 'You don't get to say that to me! You don't! I spoke to my therapist and she says you're not allowed to undermine my self-esteem, you're --' 'Fuck you and fuck your self-esteem, Robertson.' Logan hung up. Trembling. Angry. Feeling sick. He grabbed the carpet and headed for the IB lab on the third floor. Calling Angus Robertson had been a stupid idea. He got as far as the lab door before his phone went again. HMP Peterhead phoning back. 'He told me about it, OK? At night, when he thought everyone else was asleep. He told me about cutting her up. How it wasn't like butchering an animal. How the meat didn't lie the same along the bones. How sick it made him feel. ' 'Who was she?' 'He buried everything out by Bennachie. Said it was all lies: he didn't eat anyone. ' 'Who - was - she?' 'It was money. I think it was money ... She had something, or was connected to something ...' 'Will you focus? Who did Wiseman kill?' 'Something ... something about ...' Robertson sounded as if he was on the verge of tears.'I can't remember ...' A voice in the background:'Angus, if this is upsetting you, you can stop. You don't have to do this. ' 'I don't know who she is. I used to know. I did! I used to know, but now I can't remember. ' 'It's OK, give me the phone.' Rustle, clunk. 'Hello? DS McRae? ' 'Put Robertson back on: I need a name.' 'Angus is upset, I --' 'Oh boo-bloody-hoo. I need to know who Wiseman killed.' She was obviously trying to keep her voice level.'He was stabbed a couple of years ago; lost a lot of blood. There were some complications with the anaesthetic during the operation. There are some things he can't remember, it's very frustrating for him. ' 'It's no picnic this end either. I want to know--' 'I think you could show a little sympathy for a human being in pain, Sergeant. ' 'A fellow human ... He murdered fifteen women and raped their dying bodies! Now put the bastard back on the phone.'
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