Back Close to the Bone
Chapters (65)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Without Whom
  4. Saturday
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Sunday
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Monday
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Tuesday
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Wednesday
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Chapter 47
  56. Chapter 48
  57. Chapter 49
  58. Thursday
  59. Chapter 50
  60. Chapter 51
  61. Read on for an exclusive short story by Stuart MacBride
  62. By Stuart MacBride
  63. About the Author
  64. Copyright
  65. About the Publisher

Where the hell are you, McRae? We said 3 pm! I brought biscuits & everything!!!!!

Arse. Three. Ah well, never mind.

Logan poked out a reply with his thumbs:

Don’t be such a girl. Got caught up on murder enquiry.

Better leave it till later. Make it 17:15-ish?

‘Did you know Roy was in Operation Desert Storm? Right behind enemy lines, fighting the Republican Guard. His squad was pinned down by sniper fire, then the mortar rounds started falling. They lost their commanding officer and half of the team. Roy caught a bit of shrapnel in the eye. Half-blind, bleeding heavily, he carried one of his mates three miles back to base camp, under fire the whole way.’

Logan looked up from his phone. ‘He told DCI Steel he was caught in a roadside bomb.’

‘Look, the point is, he was a hero. He was damaged fighting for his country, and he was out on the streets. And he was getting better.’ A glower. ‘Until Professor Skid Marks got involved.’

The last text was from Dr Graham:

Gt the SIA rslts bk frm Dundee

Vktm ws lcl

Gv me a phn & ill tlk U thru thm

What the hell did ‘SIA’ mean? The woman was a nightmare.

Goulding left the window and settled behind the desk. ‘How’s Samantha getting on? ’

Logan thumbed out an answer:

I’ll give you a call when I’m back in the station.

How’s the facial reconstruction coming?

He hit send. ‘Just great. We went clubbing in Brechin last night. Going to the Maldives in July – do a bit of scuba diving.’

‘I see. . .’ He steepled his fingers. ‘I’ve arranged for a Mental Health Officer to see Robert Whyte at four this afternoon. I’d be very surprised if he isn’t in a secure ward by the end of the day.’

A nutjob, but not the right nutjob.

Logan stuck his phone back in his pocket. ‘I think we’re getting a cat.’

‘That’s good. From a therapeutic point of view it’s probably a bit more effective than discussing all your problems with an imaginary person.’

For God’s sake. He slumped in his seat, both hands covering his eyes. ‘Here we go again. . .’

‘I’m just saying it’s not entirely healthy. And you know talking therapy works. Look at all the progress we’ve made over the last two years: we cured your vegetarianism, didn’t we? You’re drinking less, you’ve lost weight, and you’re a lot less irritable.’

‘Leave it, OK? ’ Jesus, nag, nag, nag.

‘Logan, I’m serious: it’s really not healthy to keep—’

‘Take the bloody hint.’ He dropped his hands from his face and jabbed a finger in Goulding’s direction. ‘I can still do you for assaulting Professor Marks.’

Silence.