Mackay was at his window, staring out into Bell Street when Watters entered the room. “Oh, there you are, Watters. I"ve more work for you, I"m afraid.”
“Inspector Anstruther informed me there had been another murder, sir,” Watters said.
“Yes, and I"m giving the case to you,” Mackay spoke without moving from the window.
“I think we"re making progress with Mr Forsyth"s murder, sir. Could I not continue with that one and you can give the next to somebody else?”
Mackay faced Watters, with his cold eyes as grey as his Caithness sky. “No, Sergeant. I think you should see this one as well, but you"d better hurry before the tide rises.”
“I don"t understand, sir.”
“There"s a dead man fastened to a stake on a sandbank in the Tay.”
Watters could only stare.
“That was my reaction too, Watters.
