get this over with.’ He stood, and patted down the pockets of his huge overcoat. ‘We should … oh bugger. I’ve left the case file in the car.’ The inspector glanced at Logan. ‘Well: run along then. It’s on the back seat and there should be a packet of Jelly Tots in there as well.’
Logan picked himself off the wall and tried not to look too pissed-off at being used as an errand boy. ‘Yes, sir.’
The file was on the back seat, but there was no sign of any confectionary. Logan stuck the manila folder under his arm and wandered back into the prison. By the time he’d signed back in and made his way through to the small suite of interview rooms, his stomach was growling. Why couldn’t Insch have waited till after lunch?
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