Logan McRae Crime Series Books 7 and 8: Shatter the Bones, Close to the Bone. Stuart MacBride

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      He closed his eyes. ‘No. I didn’t send you a toe. Where the fuck would I get a toe from?’

      ‘You’ve done worse for a wee bit of publicity: like them tampons—’

      ‘It wasn’t even real blood! We dipped them in some fake stuff we got off the internet, OK? We’re a small company, we do everything we can to create a buzz. Alison and Jenny don’t need it – they’re going to win Britain’s Next Big Star … They were going to win. Fuck knows what’s going to happen now.’ He pinched his nose again. ‘Look, I want them back. If they come back, the ratings go through the roof, we finish the record, Blue-Fish-Two-Fish doesn’t have to go into receivership, everyone makes a shit-pile of money, and we all live happily ever after.’

      Steel scowled at him. ‘Aye, well, you know what I think? I think—’

      The door banged open.

      DCI Finnie stepped into the little room. Behind him, Logan could see Superintendent Green and Acting DI Mark MacDonald filling the corridor.

      ‘Inspector Steel,’ Finnie’s rubbery face pulled itself into something that wasn’t quite a smile, ‘I thought you were supposed to be tracking down a paedophile ring. Did I imagine that? Or have you somehow manage to miraculously work your way through every sex offender in Grampian in time for a jolly into town? Hmmm?’

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      ‘Afternoon, Guv. If you’re here for Kylie Minogue’s autograph you’re too late – she’s buggered off home. Took the hump when I wouldn’t give her a seeing to.’

      ‘Do I really have to remind you, Inspector, that one little girl is already dead, and we’ve only got five more days to stop Alison and Jenny McGregor joining her?’

      They stood staring at one another.

      Steel sniffed, then stuck the e-cigarette back in her pocket. ‘I’m done with Mr Maguire anyway.’

      ‘Acting DI MacDonald.’ Finnie turned his fake smile in Mark’s direction. ‘Why don’t you do me a favour and escort Mr Maguire back to the station?’

      ‘Oh, come on!’ The producer threw his hands in the air. ‘I’ve got a bloody plane to catch! We’re shooting a live TV tribute in—’

      ‘After all, I’m sure he wouldn’t like anyone to think he wasn’t cooperating with the police at this delicate time. Would you, Mr Maguire?’

      ‘Bloody … OK, OK.’ He barged past into the corridor. ‘Let’s get this over with.’

      ‘Excellent.’ Finnie gave Logan the once over, top lip curled. ‘If you don’t mind, Sergeant, I’d like to speak to DI Steel in private. Perhaps you could use the time to pop past Professional Standards? I hear they’d love a little chat with you about some rape allegations.’

      Shite. So much for plan A.

      ‘Yes, right.’ Logan squeezed out of the room, and Finnie closed the door.

      A muffled argument.

      Standing out in the corridor, Superintendent Green nodded: as if they’d just agreed on something. ‘So, Detective Sergeant …?’

      ‘McRae. Logan. Sir.’

      Another nod. ‘I see.’ He tilted his head on one side, staring, a little crease between his eyebrows. ‘Rape?’

      ‘Just a junkie making stuff up. Thinks she can blackmail me into giving back the drugs we seized off her boyfriend.’

      ‘I see … And have you ever investigated a kidnapping before, Sergeant? I mean a real one, not just drug dealers grabbing each other off the street: ransom notes, body parts in the post, that kind of thing?’

      No, but you have, haven’t you, you smug bastard. ‘Not really, sir. Kidnapping’s not that common in the north-east.’

      More nodding. Then Green patted him on the shoulder. ‘Walk with me, Sergeant.’

      The Superintendent turned and marched out into the afternoon. The graveyard was slowly emptying – now the TV cameras were turned off and all the celebrities had gone, the crowd would all be scurrying away home to check their DVD recorders. See if they’d managed to get on the telly.

      Green looked down at his feet as they walked along the path from the church – big grey slabs laid in a wide, meandering walkway. He stopped just in front of a large rectangle of granite. It was a gravestone laid on its back in the middle of the path, the name nearly worn into obscurity by generations of scuffing feet. ‘When I was small, my father would take me to church every Sunday, after Mother …’ Frown. ‘Well, anyway, one day he said, “You see that? That name beneath your feet? We’re walking on dead people.” And I nearly wet myself. I was about five, I think. Had nightmares for months.’ Green took a step, so he was standing right on top of the headstone. ‘Why does the inspector call you “Laz”?’

      ‘Private joke.’

      Green raised his chin, shoulders back, staring out across the empting graveyard. ‘We’re going to need to pull out all the stops on this one, Sergeant. It’s vital we get Jenny back before anything happens to her.’

      Well, dun. ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘Normally I’d expect the kidnappers to grab some rich kid, send a ransom note to the parents telling them not to get in touch with the police or the kid dies. A demand for money to be handed over at a clandestine location. All done in complete secrecy’ His eyes narrowed. ‘But this …’

      He looked as if he expected stirring theme music to swell up at any minute.

      They grab two people in the public eye – people without any family – and instead of conducting their seedy business in the shadows, they send their ransom demands to the newspapers. They want the police involved.’

      Go on, say it …

      We’re not dealing with ordinary kidnappers here, Logan.’

      Dun, dun, daaaaaaaaa!

      ‘No, sir.’

      As if they hadn’t worked that little gem out for themselves.

      NO! NO! NO! NO! She tries to wriggle free, but the monster in white holds her tight, wraps his papery arms around her, lifting her up off the ground.

      ‘Hold still, you little bitch!’ His voice is all weird: hard and metal like a robot, like the silver monsters on Doctor Who, like a Cyberman.

      Her heel smashes into something soft and squishy.

      A buzz, a crackle. ‘Oh, fuck …’ And the arms let go.

      She tumbles to the bare floorboards. The monster staggers against the wall, one hand on the paint-sprayed wallpaper, the other СКАЧАТЬ