The Third Sin (2015)
“They hadn’t told the duty constable where they were going and Macdonald was frowning as they went back to the car.
‘I guess I’d better phone the boss and see what we’ve to do next. If she’s doing the other interviews herself she’ll maybe send us back to the station. There’ll be stuff coming in by now.’ Campbell grunted. ‘Haven’t finished here.’ ‘Look, I don’t like paperwork any more than you do but if Randall Lindsay’s bunked off we can’t interview him, can we?’ ‘Find him.’ ‘Yeah, find him ...– how?’ ‘Where would you go?’ ‘To get out the house when my mum was expecting visitors? Find a cafe that sold bacon butties if the pubs weren’t open, I suppose. Well, maybe it’s worth a try.’ He drove back to park in the village. They drew a blank at the first coffee shop where the clientele consisted of a retired couple and a table with pushchairs forming a sort of palisade for a posse of young mums. The only other one, rather scruffier, had the smell of frying that had Campbell’s nostrils flaring like a hound scenting truffles and as well as a group of elderly men with red tops folded to the racing page there was a tall young man wearing red cords and looking distinctly out of place.MoreLess
‘I guess I’d better phone the boss and see what we’ve to do next. If she’s doing the other interviews herself she’ll maybe send us back to the station. There’ll be stuff coming in by now.’ Campbell grunted. ‘Haven’t finished here.’ ‘Look, I don’t like paperwork any more than you do but if Randall Lindsay’s bunked off we can’t interview him, can we?’ ‘Find him.’ ‘Yeah, find him ...– how?’ ‘Where would you go?’ ‘To get out the house when my mum was expecting visitors? Find a cafe that sold bacon butties if the pubs weren’t open, I suppose. Well, maybe it’s worth a try.’ He drove back to park in the village. They drew a blank at the first coffee shop where the clientele consisted of a retired couple and a table with pushchairs forming a sort of palisade for a posse of young mums. The only other one, rather scruffier, had the smell of frying that had Campbell’s nostrils flaring like a hound scenting truffles and as well as a group of elderly men with red tops folded to the racing page there was a tall young man wearing red cords and looking distinctly out of place.MoreLess
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