Logan went down to the living room. A man and a woman were sitting next to each other on the sofa. The woman was probably in her late twenties but it was difficult to tell because she was crying. She had red hair and was wearing nightclothes.
'Mrs Maclennan, I'm Inspector Logan of the Edinburgh Police,' said Logan. 'I'm very sorry about your husband.'
'Thank you, Inspector,' the woman answered.
The man stood up. He was tall and dark and he looked strong. He was wearing a black jogging suit and he needed a shave.
'Good morning, Inspector. I'm Donald Johnstone, Alice's brother.'
'Hello, Mr Johnstone. I know this is a terrible time for you both, but I'm afraid I have to ask you some questions.'
'Must you?' asked Johnstone. 'Look at my sister. She's crying. Can't you wait?'
'Mr Johnstone, a man has died,' said Logan. 'I am a police officer. I need to find some answers.'
'It's all right, Donald,' said Alice Maclennan. She turned to Logan. 'I understand, Inspector. Please ask your questions.'
'But be quick!' said Johnstone.
'Mrs Maclennan, what time did your husband usually have a bath?' asked Logan.
'Well, he usually went upstairs at about eleven, had a bath and then came to bed,' Alice Maclennan answered.
'When I woke up at about one thirty and he wasn't in bed, I went to look for him.'
Johnstone spoke: 'She called me when she couldn't open the bathroom door. I came as quickly as I could; we broke into the bathroom and found Alex's body. We've told the sergeant this already.'
Logan moved across the room and looked at a photograph of Alice and Alex Maclennan on the day they married. They looked good together.
'Did your husband have any problems, Mrs Maclennan?' asked Logan. 'I mean, business problems.'
'No. I don't think so. Ian Ross took care of the business really. Alex brought his friends to the restaurant so that other people wanted to eat there.'
Logan remembered why people went to Maclennans restaurant. It wasn't cheap, but when you went there you almost always saw someone famous.
'So, if I want to find out more about the restaurant, I need to talk to Mr Ross,' Logan said.
'Yes. That's probably best,' Alice Maclennan answered.
'Mrs Maclennan,' asked Logan quietly, were you happily married?'
Alice Maclennan looked up quickly at Logan.
Johnstone stood up angrily. 'Now, look here, Inspector. You can't come round here asking questions like that. I must ask you to leave. Please leave now.'
Logan looked hard into Johnstone's eyes, but she spoke to Mrs Maclennan.
'Mrs Maclennan,' she said softly, 'I'm sorry to say this, but it is possible someone killed your husband.'
'You mean...?' began Mrs Maclennan, but she put her hand to her mouth and stopped speaking.
'Yes,' said Logan, turning to her. 'I'm not sure at the moment if it was murder or not.' She turned back to Johnstone. 'So I need answers to difficult questions, Mr Johnstone.'
'Inspector, you can't really think that Alice or I...' started Johnstone.
Logan put up a hand to stop him speaking.
'Mr Johnstone,' she said, 'I don't think anything at the moment. Now, what were you doing when your sister phoned?'
'I was in bed asleep, of course,' said Johnstone in a quiet angry voice.
'With your wife?'
'No, actually. My wife and children are away at the moment. They're staying with my wife's parents until Christmas.'
'So there was nobody there at all except you?' Logan asked quietly.
'That's right!'
Logan looked at Johnstone for some time without speaking. Then she told them both she would like to speak to them again later.
'Was this murder or not?' Logan asked herself. She knew something wasn't right. She knew there was more to find out.
CHAPTER TWO
Ian Ross
'Do you really think this is murder?' asked Grant as they sat in Logan's office back at the London Road Police Station.
'I don't know,' answered Logan. 'But I know this: I don't like Mr Johnstone and I don't believe Mrs Maclennan. She hasn't told us everything about her and her husband.'
Grant drank his coffee and Logan looked out of the window. Logan spoke again: 'We won't hear from the scientists until later today. Before then I want you to find out about Mr Johnstone. What's his problem? Why is he so unfriendly?'
'Right, madam,' agreed Grant.
'I'll meet you back here at three o'clock. I'm going to talk to Ian Ross about the restaurant. Perhaps I'll get a free lunch.'
'Police officers never get a free lunch, madam.'
Logan left the police station and drove back to her flat to shower, put on some clean clothes and have something to eat.
Logan lived in Leith, in the north of Edinburgh, by the sea. Many years ago Leith was busy. Lots of boats came in and out every day. These days there were few boats and many of the old buildings were now flats for the young people of Edinburgh. Logan was only twenty-eight but she did not feel young this morning. When she thought