Just in case. Considering how much police work relied on forensic science the place was tiny. It wasn't much bigger than Logan's living room, and every available surface was piled high with plastic crates full of guns. A single white lab-coated figure was dusting an AK-47 for prints over by the vacuum table, the loud hum of the motor fighting against the radio - Northsound Two turned up full blast. The Chief Constable on the local news: '... recent upswing in drug-related violence should give us all great cause for concern. Criminals seem to think Aberdeen is a soft target for their hard drugs, but I'm here to tell you that we are anything but. Officers recovered a substantial amount of heroin earlier this week, with a street value of over two hundred thousand pounds...' Logan stopped at the central table. 'Hello?' '... complacent. So if anyone sees anything suspicious, they can call our dedicated drugs hotline...' Try again. 'HELLO?' Samantha turned, pulled off her safety goggles and breathing mask, and shouted back at him, 'WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU LAST NIGHT THEN?' 'WHAT?' Logan turned down the radio as the newsreader came on.
