“Not bloody half! Got to treat yourself from time to time, though, right? Besides, fed up of this thing. Too big.” He turned the key and started the engine. “I once had a fridge in here, believe it or not. One of them big American ones.”

“With the icebox on the front?” Tyler asked.

“That’s the one.”

“Bloody hell,” Tyler remarked. He turned and looked back over his shoulder. “Good size, right enough.”

“Said the nun to the bishop!” the driver added, then he winked, clicked his indicator, and pulled away from the rank. “Where we off to?”

“Police station,” Tyler said.

The driver did a double-take. “Police station? You with the police?”

“I am, yeah,” Tyler confirmed. “Detective Constable.”

“Aye? Christ. Well done. I had one of your colleagues in here recently. Day before yesterday.” The driver gestured at his face. “Darker-skinned fella. Seemed nice enough, though.”

“DS Khaled,” Tyler said. “And, aye. He’s a good guy.”

“Pete. Pete Hill,” the driver said. “Me, I mean. My name.”

Tyler recognised it from the report. “Ahh. You’re the guy who drove… Gotcha. Hello.”

“Archie Tatties. ‘Where’s the Haggis?’ Aye. That was me,” Pete confirmed.

“Right. Well, thanks for all your help with the investigation,” Tyler said.

“Was it?” Pete asked. “Helpful, I mean?”

“It was,” Tyler confirmed.

Pete tapped his hands on the wheel, pleased with himself. “Good. Nice to be helpful.”

Tyler glanced at him, then out the side window. “Aye.”

“Terrible what happened there. Terrible business altogether,” Pete continued. He winced. “I mean, you come on holiday for a break. To get away with the wife and kids. And what happens? Some knife-wielding maniac bursts in and kills your whole family. Just… just awful, isn’t it? Horrible.”

Tyler hesitated, then agreed on auto-pilot. “Aye,” he muttered. “Awful.”

He looked down at the brochure he still held in his hands.

Expensive cars, Teslas.

Ridiculously so.

“You got someone for it yet?” Pete asked.

Tyler flicked to the back of the brochure, hunting for a price list. When he didn’t find one, he placed the glossy sales document on the dashboard. “It’s ongoing,” he replied.

“Is that police-speak for, ‘No,’ then?” Pete chuckled. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m sure you’ve got it all in hand.”

“Hopefully, aye,” Tyler said.

He side-eyed the man in the driver’s seat.

‘A knife-wielding maniac.’

That was what he’d said.

Not ‘a maniac.’

Not even ‘an armed maniac.’

Knife-wielding.

How the hell had he known that?

Tyler’s phone rang in his pocket, startling him. Logan’s voice barked at him even before he’d placed the mobile to his ear.

“Tyler. You back in the Fort?”

“I am, boss,” the DC confirmed. He stole another look at the driver, then moved the phone to his other ear. “I’m, eh, I’m in a taxi.”

“A taxi?”