‘Mrs MacGarioch?’
She lit a fresh cigarette and hissed a cloud of smoke at the screen. As if he wasn’t even there.
Looked as if the audience was over.
‘OK...Thanks for your time.’
He let himself out.
The council had given the flat a temporary-replacement front door, that was barely a step up from boarding the place up, but Logan made sure it was closed and secure, before heading downstairs.
He’d almost made it to the ground floor, when his phone launched into ‘Ode To Joy’ which wasn’t really appropriate today.
‘Hello?’
‘Where are you?’
He checked the caller ID – ‘CHIEFSUPT. PINE’. Oh joy.
‘Just paid Charles MacGarioch’s granny a visit, Boss. Might have a lead that’s worth chasing if—’
‘No: why aren’t you here? The meeting started five minutes ago.’
He stepped out into the lobby and stopped. ‘Meeting?’
‘MAPPA meeting about the protest this weekend. You’re supposed to bechairingit.’
‘What? No one told me about any—’
‘Honestly, Logan, I expect you to be across your responsibilities, now you’re an acting chief inspector.’
He pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘With all due respect, Boss, I’m not psychic! I can’t just magically know what—’
‘We’re in Conference Room One. I’m prepared to hold the fort till you get here, but put a rocket under it. I’ve got better things to do than cover for you.’
‘But...’
She’d hung up.
Wonderful.
Logan sagged like a discarded sock, staring up at the underside of the stairs above.
Because whodidn’twant to spend hours and hours and hours wasting their life away in a Multi-Agency Public Protection Arrangements meeting?
Being an acting chief inspector sucked arse.
Episode 18 | Penny’s RiversideAdventure! | (NSFW)
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Up above, the sky wascompletelyblue and shiny, and the river sparkled in the baking sunshine. More like Benidorm or Ibiza than a little pebble beach on the side of the River Dee, a stiletto’s throw from Duthie Park, in the shadow of the railway bridge.
Shame about the bloody seagulls, though. A pair of the useless fat bastards wheeled overhead,scrawwwwwwking away, which was going to make the soundsomuch more difficult to fix in the edit.
Carol checked her reflection in a pocket mirror.
Looking great, babe: gorgeous fake eyelashes; contoured blusher; anything blotchy well hidden beneath a good layer of pancake foundation; perfect blonde hair with just a hint of dark roots on show, cos that was dead trendy right now; and bright-fuchsia lipstick. And OK, the six-inch heels made walking on all these pebbles kinda risky, but they made her legs and bum lookspectacular.