Page 128 of Better the Devil

Bosco didn’t bite back at that. Instead, he nodded to say he understood, then fiddled with the little crucifix that hung around his neck.

‘What about Olivia?’ Bosco asked.

Logan tensed. Braced himself. ‘What about her?’

‘She in trouble?’

‘No.’ Logan shook his head. ‘No, she isn’t.’

Bosco’s expression contorted into confusion. ‘Then why you bring her in? Why you interrogate her?’

It was a bloody good question. Jack had been asking himself the same thing for the past couple of hours.

Why had he done it?

What had he been thinking?

‘Stay out of bother, Bosco,’ Logan said. He knocked on the interview room door, and a constable opened it from the other side. ‘Or Olivia will be way down your list of concerns.’

Ben Forde was attemptingto wrestle himself into his Paddington Bear duffel coat when Logan returned to the Incident Room.

‘Christ, you not gone yet?’ Jack asked. ‘Moira’s going to have my bollocks for this.’

‘Ach, she’ll be fine,’ Ben said. He fiddled with the buttons of the coat, trying to fasten it up. ‘How’d you get on down the road?’

Logan gave a shake of his head.

‘That good?’

‘Pretty much,’ Logan confirmed. ‘I left Hamza down there. He’ll make sure everything’s ticking along. But, the short of it is,Joe Robertson is dead. Looks like suicide, though we’ll have to wait for confirmation.’

‘Jesus,’ Ben muttered.

‘From the angle, what I saw, I’d say he lay down in the grass. Tucked the shotgun under his chin and… Well.’

‘Christ,’ Ben said, finishing the thought.

‘Aye,’ Logan said.

He shrugged off his coat, even as Ben was still fastening his up.

‘You sticking around?’ Ben asked.

Logan thought about what might be waiting for him at home. The conversations. The arguments. The cold shoulders, or screaming matches.

All the hurt that he’d caused.

‘Aye. Going to hang on a bit,’ he said.

He looked over to where Dave still sat, fingertips rippling across the keys, frowning expression fixed on the screen.

‘Dave, you can get off, if you like. Already sent Tyler and Sinead home.’

Dave shrugged, not taking his eyes from the computer. ‘I’m still digging on the Bitcoin stuff. I’ll only end up doing it at home. Might as well run up your electric bill instead of my own.’

‘Fair enough,’ Logan conceded.

Dave finally tore his gaze away from the monitor. He pointed to the computer on Tyler’s desk, which was still on.