“I have good reason to believe that whoever the murderer is, sir, they will take the opportunity of the Inverness Ball to make an attempt on his life. Can I suggest that DC Frankie McKenzie and I attend the event, just in case we can spot anyone who may be the suspect? I strongly advise that Lord Lagan does not attend the event and is provided with police protection until we have identified and apprehended the culprit.”

“I don’t want you or any of your team anywhere near the Inverness Ball! You’ve gone too far this time, Corstorphine. These are serious allegations and you’ve put them into the public domain. The force could be made liable for damages, at the very least. You’ve put me in an impossible situation. You could find yourself facing not just disciplinary action, Corstorphine. You could end up in the High Court.” The Assistant Chief stood up, glowering down on him. “Where are these statements, man? I want every copy now! And any so-called evidence.” His fingers twitched with impatience.

“I’m sorry, sir. All the statements and evidence are secured in the evidence locker and Hamish McKee has left for the day. We can get them to you tomorrow?” Corstorphine tried a winning smile. The expression on the Assistant Chief’s face told him he needed to work on that.

“My men will be here at 10:00 a.m. sharp tomorrow. You and your team are to be here with all keys, passwords and anything else we require to take over this inept investigation and to begin an enquiry into you and this station’s activities. I’m going to have to apologise to Lord Lagan tonight. Don’t count on receiving a pension, Corstorphine.” He placed his cap firmly upon his head and paused in the doorway. “You’d better tell your entire team they’re all going to be investigated. You’re a disgrace to the force!”