It was the middle of the night when Jenny
Logan's phone woke her. She was tired and
answered the phone sleepily.
'Logan.'
'Grant here, madam.'
'It's three o' clock in the morning, Grant. I hope
this is important.'
'I'm at the home of Alex Maclennan. He's dead.'
'Give me the address, Grant. I'll be there in
twenty-five minutes.'