CHAPTER FIVE
Two angry men
Logan did not know where to find Donald Johnstone - at home or at work. She called his home number and he answered the phone. She put the phone down without speaking. Five minutes later she arrived at his house in Morningside.
Johnstone opened the door. He was wearing a dark grey suit and a black tie.
'Yes, Inspector?' he said.
'Mr Johnstone, I'd very much like to ask you one or two more questions,' said Logan.
'Inspector,' he said, 'I'm very busy. I'm afraid I have no time at all.'
'You've got a choice, Mr Johnstone. We can talk now and it will take about ten minutes. Or, I can take you to the police station and ask you some questions there. Perhaps you'll be home again by tomorrow morning. I believe the beds at the police station are rather uncomfortable too.'
'That's not much of a choice!' said Johnstone. 'Come in, and let's be quick.'
Logan went into the house and followed Johnstone into the living room. Johnstone did not ask Logan to sit down. He stood behind an armchair and turned to her.
'Well?' he asked.
'How's your business doing, Mr Johnstone?'
'Fine,' said Johnstone. He put his hands on the back of the chair in front of him.
'I understand that actually business is not so good just now.'
'It's just a small problem,' said Johnstone. 'And it's a problem which will soon go away. People always start buying cars in the New Year and I'll start earning money again.'
'I understand that your bank probably won't wait until the New Year.'
'Well, you must know something that I don't know. When I last spoke to my bank manager, he was very happy to wait until the end of January.'
'Really?' Logan looked round the room. 'You have a very nice house, Mr Johnstone. I'm sure you don't want the bank to take it away from you because you can't pay them back.'
'That's not going to happen,' said Johnstone angrily. His face was going red.
'Why not? Because your brother-in-law is dead and so your sister now has enough money to help you,' said Logan quietly.
'What are you saying, Inspector? That I wanted Alex dead? That I had something to do with it?'
Johnstone's face was now dark red with anger.
'Get out!' he shouted. 'Get out of my house and don't come back.'
Logan turned and walked to the front door. Johnstone had big problems and he was an angry man. Was he angry because his business was doing badly? Or was he angry because of something else? Logan did not know. The important question was: did he need money badly enough to kill his brother-in-law?
Outside, she got into her car and looked at her watch. It was now six o'clock and snow was falling again. She sat in the car and thought more about Johnstone. He was wearing a dark suit this evening. But what did he have on this morning? She tried to remember but couldn't.
Logan decided to go back to the police station. She hoped that Grant was still there. While she drove, she thought about Ian Ross. It was interesting that he now had fifty per cent of the restaurant. Logan knew people who killed for fifty pounds. Fifty per cent of Charlotte's was much more than fifty pounds.
When she drove into the car park at the London Road Police Station, she saw Grant's car. Good. He was still there. She ran up the stairs and found him in his office. When she came into the room, he smiled.
'You know, madam, I think Ross really hated Maclennan.'
'So you had an interesting visit,' said Logan, smiling. She sat down opposite Grant.
'Yes,' said Grant. 'Very interesting. Ross was out, so the people at the restaurant were happy to talk to me.'
'Good. So? What did they say?'
'Well, the most interesting person was one of the waitresses, a woman called Isabel Ferguson. She's been at Charlotte's right from the start.'
Grant stopped and drank some coffee. 'She said it was a great place to work at first. Ross and Maclennan talked to all the people who came to eat there. Alice was there most of the time. The three of them told funny stories about each other. Everyone was always laughing. She said it was a great place to be, a great place to work.'