“I want that fellow out of there and into a room by himself,” Watters said.
“Yes, sir.” Constable Porter was on cell duty. “He"s a bit of a handful, Sergeant. Shall I remain outside the door?”
“Yes, please, Porter.” Watters knew that he and Scuddamore could handle most suspects, but if Paddy had disposed of the Mincer, he was a formidable man.
Watters watched as Porter and young Feathers took the suspect from his cell and led him to a small room they used for interrogation.
“Give him a few moments to stew,” Watters said, standing outside the door. “What name did he give?”
“Hugh Cox.”
“Of the Cox dynasty, I suppose.” Watters referred to one of the wealthiest merchant families in Dundee. “I know him as Paddy. I"m going upstairs for a moment, to speak to Mr Mackay. When I return, I will
