The radio was on in the background: Jamie McLaughlin being interviewed on Northsound 2 about his book and the hunt for Ken Wiseman.'Did you ever dream when you wrote Smoak With Blood that it would all happen again?' 'McFarlane just doesn't seem ...' Logan frowned. 'I don't think he'd be any use. And from what I hear, Wiseman's not the kind to carry passengers.' 'Not in my worst nightmares. You know, Damien, when the appeal court overturned his conviction in 1995--' 'And if McFarlane is involved, why didn't we find any forensics in his flat, or his car? The amount of blood at the scene - we should have found something.' '--it was like everything I'd ever believed in was a lie. And now here we go again, right back where we started.' Faulds sighed. 'I know.' 'Right, I suppose we'd better have a record, then well be back with Jamie McLaughlin, author of Smoak With Blood ...' Logan joined the tail end of a queue of traffic, shuffling its way down Market Street. 'What does it mean, 'Smoak'?' 'Soak, I think. Or something like that. Comes from a painting in Trinity Hall, where the Aberdeen trades meet. We interviewed pretty much everyone involved there during the original investigation - bizarre place, full of all this historical stuff and ancient paintings. We should probably pay them another visit, see if any of the 1990 suspects are still around ...' And then he started humming along to the song on the radio, just off-key enough to set Logan's teeth on edge. The torture didn't stop till the record did. 'You're listening to Northsound Radio Two, and I'm in the studio with Jamie McLaughlin--' 'You know,' said Faulds,'you should read Jamie's book. It's a good insight into what happened in eighty-seven. Remind me when we get back to the station, I'll lend you my copy.' 'And I understand sales of the book have rocketed?' 'Then we'll get that trip to Trinity Hall organized.' '--guilty about it, but the publishers have been swamped. There's talk of a television series on Channel Four, and a new book to accompany it.' Faulds drummed his fingers on the dashboard. 'And we should try a search for McFarlane's missing wife as well. PNC, census records, Friends Reunited: the usual.' He started up the painful humming again. 'It's weird, I don't want to profit from other people's misfortune, but ... but it feels like my whole life's been shaped by Ken Wiseman and the murders he commits.' 'Dig out her statement when you get a minute. Should be on file somewhere. Probably a load of old bollocks about how her brother wouldn't hurt a fly, but you never know. And then we're going to book a restaurant; haven't had a decent curry since I got here.' 'I just have to pray that they catch him before he kills again--' Amen to that.
'God, look at them,' said Rennie, whispering like some sort of naughty schoolboy, talking behind the teacher's back,'I'll bet they're figuring out how to blame this on someone else.' DI Insch, DI Steel and CC Faulds, stood at the front of the incident room arguing quietly amongst themselves.
