There had been nothing new to report; tox results were expected later that day but, apart from the bullet hole in Duggan’s head and an inventory of the damage that could be attributed to tide and rock and hungry fish, Mac had learned little. Patrick Duggan was in generally good health. The smashed leg had come courtesy of a motorbike crash in which he’d suffered broken ribs and other incidental damage. Unfortunately for Duggan, he’d not been thrown clear of the bike when he lost control and his leg had been trapped and dragged. Seeing the damage on X-rays sent through from the hospital and the repair exposed during the post-mortem, Mac shared Miriam’s admiration for the surgeon. Pity it was now wasted, Mac thought as he took his leave, reminding himself that Patrick Duggan had been only twenty-four. Interesting too that Duggan had not followed his father straight into the family business but had taken a degree in sports medicine and gone on to start an MA. Did Duggan senior approve?
