'What about St Margaret's Loch? Maybe the killer threw the knife in the water,' said Logan. St Margaret's Loch was a small man-made lake in Holyrood Park. 'Get some divers to check that in the morning.'
'Right, madam,' said Grant.
'Do we have any idea where Campbell might go?' she asked.
'Not really,' said Grant. 'I spoke to the prison. He had one visitor in the last twelve months: his lawyer.'
'Of course, at this time of year it's warm enough to sleep outside,' Logan said. She went on: 'I've also been thinking about how he'll get money.'
'He'll probably steal it,' said Grant.
Logan said nothing for a few moments. Then she spoke: 'Campbell was sent to prison for fifteen years.'
'That's right,' said Grant.
'He's still got quite a long time left,' said Logan.
'Yes,' agreed Grant. 'And because he's in trouble again now, he won't get out early. He'll be in there for eight more years.'
'There's something strange about this murder,' said Logan. 'I think if we want to find out who murdered Morag Mackenzie we'll need to look into Craig Sinclair's murder again.'
Grant looked at her but said nothing. He had only worked with Inspector Logan for three years, but he knew that she was often right.
Logan looked through a few pages of her notebook.
'Craig Sinclair had a sister,' she said. 'Jean Drummond, married. There's an address for her in the New Town, St Stephen Street. Let's see if she still lives there. Go and organise the divers for tomorrow and I'll meet you in the car park in ten minutes.'
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'What about Jimmy Brown?' asked Grant.
'Let the Robbery Unit talk to him tonight,' said Logan. 'We'll talk to him tomorrow. I'm more interested in finding out about Sinclair's murder at the moment.'
The Old Town of Edinburgh is a fairly small area around the Castle and the Palace of Holyroodhouse. St Stephen Street is in the New Town, not far from Princes Street. And although this part of the city is already more than two hundred years old, it is still called the New Town.
As they drove through the streets of Edinburgh at eight thirty on this warm June evening, Logan looked at the busy streets and the stone houses. She thought to herself, as she often did, that Edinburgh must be one of the most beautiful cities in the world. She had been to London once but she hadn't liked it. London was too big, too noisy, too dirty. Edinburgh was just right.
As they turned into St Stephen Street and parked, the car phone rang. Grant picked it up. He listened for a minute, then said goodbye and put the phone down.
'They've found the Audi,' he said. 'In a car park near the Haymarket Station.'
'That's near Dairy Road,' said Logan, 'where Morag Mackenzie was living.'
'Yes. They're searching the area but Campbell could be anywhere by now. He won't go back to the car. That would be completely stupid.'
'True,' said Logan. 'OK. Let's go and see what Sinclair's sister has to say.'