'Is he OK?' 'Get the duty doctor - hurry!' Logan pulled out his mobile phone and called for an ambulance.
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Quarter past four and the traffic was starting to get heavy - the school-run clogging up the side streets with four-by-fours and badly parked Audi estates. Union Street was one long shuffling procession of scarlet brake lights - nose-to-tail all the way, with an unmarked CID pool car stuck in the middle. 'Sorry, sir,' said Rennie as they chugged to a halt, yet again. 'Thought this would be quicker than Schoolhill, it's a sodding nightmare when Robert Gordon's lets out. Should've gone left to Mounthooly ...' Logan shrugged - it wasn't as if they were in a hurry. The rain hadn't let up any - water hitting the pavement hard enough to bounce back to knee height, hiding the ground in a sheen of mist between the crawling traffic and the hurrying pedestrians. Not every school kid had a parental taxi booked, some marched down the pavement with their schoolbags over their heads, others shared brightly coloured golf umbrellas. A million miles away from murders and heart attacks. Logan watched a pack of Robert Gordon students stream into McDonalds, a sign in the window proclaiming,'NOW WITH 100% IMPORTED BEEF!' Rennie drummed an annoying tattoo on the steering wheel. 'Going to buy a house and ask Laura to marry me.' He turned and grinned. 'How cool is that? Course, we won't get married right away, I mean she's got to finish her degree first. And kids can wait till we're older. You know, like in our thirties, or something ...' Logan let him rattle on. Why burst his little bubble? 'Going to honeymoon in Vegas. Maybe get married there too? What do you think? Elvis Presley now pronounces you man and wife ... or is that too cheesy?' 'Pretty cheesy.' 'Sometimes cheesy is good.' The traffic ground to a halt again at the junction with Union Terrace. On the other side of the road a gaggle of schoolgirls - all wearing the green jumpers and tartan skirts of Albyn School - waited for the cars and buses cutting across Union Street to give way to the little green man. They laughed and joked, smoked, listened to iPods, sent text messages to their friends, peered in shop windows ... Logan frowned. Then slapped Rennie on the arm. 'Look!' 'What?' The constable glanced across the road. 'Jesus, never figured you for a dirty old man.' 'No, you idiot:
