While there were other open cases, much of my time was consumed by Daniel Robertson. The case fascinated me for many reasons. Not the least of which was the question of why Daniel had come home to kill himself. There was no emotional attachment left for him here. He had gone to great lengths to s...
He’s been part of my life so long, I can’t imagine what it would be like if he was gone. Arrested. Dead. Whatever. What happens when David Burns finally gets what’s coming to him? You might call it an obsession. Maybe it is at that. Something passed down to me from Ernie, who had formed his own o...
We would have sat down but for the washing that lay scattered across the sofas and chairs. Grant shoved some onto the floor so he could flop into a tired, beige armchair. His heating was up full blast, four bars of the gas firing red. I looked at Lindsay. ...
He hesitated. Started looking around. The café was beginning to fill up. Maybe he was worried that someone was watching. Like who? He seemed satisfied, dropped his head again and said, “Maybe six months after the lass was born.” He looked ready to start glancing about again. Then gave me an expla...