he turned to Jimmy Brown.
'Do you know where Morag is, Jimmy?'
Brown moved away from Grant and walked round the room picking up empty cigarette packets and shaking them.
'No,' he said.
'What were you doing this afternoon?'
'Nothing.'
'Come on, Jimmy, let's have some answers,' said Logan, impatiently.
Grant looked round the room. There was a door to his left. He reached out to open it.
'Don't go in there,' said Brown, moving towards Grant.
Grant looked once at Brown and opened the door.
'Well, well, well,' said Grant, sounding very pleased with himself, as he looked through the door he had just opened. 'What have we got here?'
Logan took a step forward to see what Grant had found. There was a bed in one corner of the room, but all along the opposite wall were boxes of videos, televisions and CD players all on top of each other. Grant walked into the room and opened some of the boxes, checking what was inside.
Brown sat down on the floor in the living room, looking unhappily at the wall on the other side of the room.
'Am I right in thinking that these are all stolen?' asked Logan.
Brown nodded but did not speak.
'It's not your lucky day, is it?' continued Logan. 'You're in big trouble now, Jimmy. And it'll be much worse if we don't get some answers. So where's Morag?'
'I really don't know,' said Brown. 'She went out about midday.'
'Where? Was she working?'
'No, she doesn't work much,' said Brown. 'Not a real job, anyway. Not a nine to five kind of job.'