hell are Garry-otch United thingumy?' 'It's pronounced, 'Geeree' - the area round Inverurie - Elizabeth Nichol works ... worked there.' 'Geeree? Then why the hell's it spelt 'Garry-otch'?' He went round the office picking up the dirty mugs, muttering,'Honestly, that's what's wrong with this bloody country: all the road signs are designed to make visitors look like arseholes ...' on his way out the door. Logan tried Rennie on his mobile phone - the clank and scrape of cutlery on crockery, some swearing, then the constable was on the line:'I'm having my lunch, OK?' 'Jimmy and Kelley Nichol.' 'I'm allowed lunch, aren't I? Even bloody mass murderers get lunch.' 'Did you find them?' 'No. Tried every spelling I could think of but they're not in the PNC, or on the electoral register. Maybe they emigrated because someone wouldn't let them eat their fish pie in peace?' Logan hung up and tried himself, but Rennie was right: there was no sign of Jimmy or Kelley in the Police National Computer. He widened the search, looking to see if he could pick up Elizabeth's birth records, but the database didn't go back that far. So he tried her parents' details instead. Munro had left their names - Edward and Sheila - when she'd called in her final update on Thursday afternoon. Probably one of the last things she'd done before the Flesher grabbed her. According to the PNC, Edward and Sheila both died in a car crash in 1970. So that was no bloody ... Edward and Sheila - car crash ... Logan sat back in his seat and tried to figure out why that sounded familiar. Something to do with Steel and Alec and dead men with humorous facial hair ... couldn't have kids of his own so they adopted a little girl from a broken home ... Logan grabbed his phone and went hunting through his notebook, wanting contact details for the little old man who'd shown them around Trinity Hall.

The Fleshers' Boxmaster picked up on the fourth ring:'EWAN MORTON SPEAKING.' The familiar up and down lilt of a Fife accent. 'Mr Morton? It's DS McRae, we met last week? You were telling me about your mentor--' 'Oh, yes, Sergeant McRae. I've been following the case in the papers. Dreadful isn't it? ' 'Your mentor: Edward, what was his last name?' 'Nichol. Edward Nichol.' Pause.'Why?' 'And the girl he adopted?' 'Elizabeth? Lovely girl, she was at our silver wedding anniversary and--' 'Did Elizabeth ever talk about her brother and sister?' 'She didn't have-- Oh, you mean from before they adopted her. She used to have nightmares about her brother. I remember Edward saying she'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night. From what I gathered he took after their ... what is it they call them these days? ... Biological father? She had a pretty rough time growing up, so--'

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