‘He might be involved in the local drugs trade, though that’s not for public consumption. Also pally with the crew at Tynecastle police station – the ones that indulge, at any rate. Bar he owns used to be connected to Big Ger Cafferty. I’d say that gives you plenty to be getting on with.’

‘And he targeted Laura Smith because …?’

‘Someone asked or someone paid.’

‘Well, I’m going to dive back into the street cameras. If he really was coming from Cramond, there’ll be footage of him on Queensferry Road.’

‘Keep me posted, Ronnie. And thanks.’

Clarke ended the call and walked over to the kettle, making herself a coffee. Fox joined her. ‘There’s only enough milk for one,’ she warned him.

‘Then I’ll make do with black.’

‘Did you talk to Dickinson?’

‘He’s on it.’

‘What did he reckon to Rebus’s theory?’

‘He didn’t completely dismiss it.’

‘Doorman at Gaby’s club, the one they call C, looking likely he’s Laura Smith’s fire-raiser.’

‘I should let Dickinson know.’ He took out his phone.

‘Tell him to liaise with Ronnie Ogilvie at Gayfield Square.’

Fox nodded and pressed the phone to his ear. Clarke finished stirring and took her mug back to her computer. Then she picked up her phone and called Rebus.

‘Gareth Crosbie might have thrown that bottle into Laura’s living room,’ she told him. ‘We can place him in the vicinity. Any idea why, though?’

‘No, but I might have something for you.’

‘I’m listening.’

‘There’s a row of lock-ups just off Calder Road, near the end of Burnhill Crescent. Tommy Oram uses it for storage. If you were to pay a visit, you’d find a case of empty spirits bottles, litre-sized ones at that, plus a pile of cleaning rags and some jerrycans.’

‘Everything the well-stocked firebomber needs.’

‘But if you’re intending to visit, best be quick – the Mackenzies will probably gut the place soon.’ Rebus described the location to her while she made a note.

‘Thanks for that, John.’

‘Don’t mention it.’

‘Have you heard about Rob Driscoll’s meltdown? Happened last night in full view of a few camera phones.’

‘That’ll be him on suspension then. Oh, has Beth Mackenzie been in touch?’

‘Officers are interviewing Cafferty as we speak. Listen, I’d better follow up on this. I’ll talk to you later, yes?’

‘I might be busy, but don’t let that stop you.’

‘Thanks again, John.’

She ended the call and considered her options. Nearest station to Calder Road was Tynecastle, but she knew better than to ask, so instead she phoned West End CID. They said they’d send a car to take a look and get back to her.

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