‘Nothing confirmed yet but they do think it came from the house. SOCO were back there yesterday, going over the rooms facing the treetop walk. Hopefully we’ll have some news on that today.’

‘Remember his previous,’ Chris said.

‘Yeah, thanks, Chris.’ She glanced back at the photo of Russell Fox. ‘Our victim served eight months for drunk driving, a few years back.’ She scanned the room until she saw Janey. ‘You were checking up on him, I think?’

Janey nodded. ‘Not heard back from the prison yet.’

‘Okay. Leave it with me,’ Clare said. ‘I know one of the Senior Management Team through there. I’ll give him a call.’ She studied the board again, trying to collect her thoughts. ‘Where were we?’

‘Lamond Lodge,’ someone said. ‘Is our victim the owner?’

‘No. The house was rented by his sister.’ She paused for a moment then said, ‘You’ll have gathered as you came into the station that there’s considerable media interest. In case anyone doesn’t know, the victim’s sister is the TV personality Gaby Fox.’

There was a ripple of interest at this and Clare said, ‘Obviously we treat this like any other enquiry but I don’t want stray remarks to the press, or even to your family. There’s enough buzz about it already so nothing we discuss is to go outside this room. Understood?’

She paused for a moment to let this sink in then went on. ‘The house party consisted of Gaby, her husband Luke Gasparini…’

‘I’ve heard of him,’ Gary, one of the uniformed officers, said. ‘TV producer.’

Clare nodded. ‘He is. But Gaby and Luke were not at the property on Friday night. They left that afternoon to attend a wedding on the Saturday.’

‘Anyone else?’ Gary asked.

‘Three of Russell Fox’s friends made up the party.’

She tapped the photo of Doug Gerrard. ‘Mr Gerrard owns pubs in Glasgow’s West End.’

‘Any precons?’

Clare looked to see where the question had come from and saw Nita, a plain-clothes officer from Cupar. ‘Hi Nita. Good to have you here. And, no. Not Mr Gerrard, at least.’ She moved to what seemed to be a publicity photo of Eamon Ferry. He was sharp-suited and smiling. ‘Eamon Ferry, quite high up in local government in Glasgow. Again, no convictions. But,’ she indicated Steve Christie’s photo, ‘Mr Christie has a firearms conviction, albeit ten years ago. So he is definitely a person of interest.’

‘How do they know each other?’ Nita asked.

‘School, apparently,’ Clare said. ‘Friends since they were young boys and no indication they’d fallen out recently. But I need volunteers to look further into their backgrounds. Check out their businesses, see if they had any financial problems, anyone sacked lately, any known troublemakers on the payroll, bad debts. You know the kind of thing.’