The Scottish newspapers were full of stories about his life: he was having dinner with film stars in Cannes; or he was having drinks with sports stars in Monte Carlo; or he was dancing with pop stars at a club in Manhattan. Alex knew how to enjoy himself.
Then six years ago Murray Maclennan died. Alex came back to Edinburgh. He got married and bought a house. Then he sold all the fish and chip shops and, together with an old schoolfriend, Ian Ross, he opened an expensive restaurant in Edinburgh.
Logan drove into Polwarth Gardens and stopped outside Alex Maclennan's house. Logan didn't come to rich areas of the city like this very often. She usually spent more time in the dirtier, poorer areas. Alex Maclennan's house was large and more than one hundred years old.
It was Sergeant Grant who opened the front door. He was fifty-eight and usually he looked young for his age. Tonight he was looking old and tired. "Hello, madam. Come in,' he said. 'Where´s the body, Grant?' "On the first floor. In the bathroom.' "The bathroom? OK. Let's go and have a look. What do you know so far?' asked Logan. They started to climb the stairs. 'Well, madam. Mr Maclennan went to have a bath, probably at about eleven o' clock. He usually has a bath at about that time,' began Grant. 'I see.' 'Mrs Maclennan was already in bed,' Grant said. 'She says she fell asleep at about ten thirty and didn't hear her husband come up. Anyway, she woke up at one thirty and he wasn't in bed. She thought this was strange so she got up and went to look for him. She couldn't find him but the bathroom door was locked.' 'Did she try and get in?' asked Logan. 'Yes, she tried to break the door open but she couldn't, so she called her brother. He came round, broke open the door and they found Mr Maclennan dead, on the bathroom floor,' finished Grant.
Grant and Logan arrived at the bathroom. The walls were black; the bath, basin and toilet were white; the floor was black and white. Alex Maclennan's body was on the floor. There was a blue towel over his body. 'You say someone locked the door on the inside?' asked Logan. 'That's right, madam,' Grant answered. Grant showed Logan the broken wood. 'Has the doctor seen the body?' asked Logan. 'Yes, madam. He left just before you arrived.'