Fan,’ she said, succinctly, and tossed the Daily Record on to his desk. ‘You seen this?’The headline was ‘Black Isle Killer.’ McKay didn’t bother to read the story. ‘It was bound to come.’‘Aye, I know. But my phone’s been ringing off the hook already. Chief. Deputy chief. Another deputy chief. Assistant chief. Assistant deputy chief. Chief super. Head of comms. You name it.’‘You talk to them so I don’t have to,’ McKay pointed out.‘Be thankful for small mercies. We need a breakthrough, though. Something. Anything.’‘Ach, it’s like wading through treacle. We’re building up a picture of these women’s lives, but it’s slow going. There’s a definite pattern emerging.’ He outlined the ideas that he and Horton had discussed after their interviews the previous day.‘You think this guy Cameron might be a suspect?’‘It’s conceivable. He’s the most likely candidate so far. Scott might have had a motive, but I can’t see him coping physically with what was involved in these killings.
