Watters returned from a frustrating shift outside Wallace’s house in Lochee to find Duff waiting for him in the duty room.
“I hope you have some good news for me, Duff,” Watters said.
Duff opened his notebook. “I don’t know if it’s good news, Sergeant, but I have some items that may be interesting. The first concerns the Strathmore Distillery. You’ll remember that Wallace told us Strathmore supplies him with legal whisky, and we found some barrels of Strathmore in Stewart’s cellar. Or rather the cellar we thought belonged to Stewart.”
“I remember,” Watters said.
“Well, Sergeant, Strathmore is legal and above board. Wallace buys a cask a month and pays in cash.”
“Nothing illegal, then?” Watters shovelled teaspoons of tea leaves into a mug and poured boiling water on top.
“Not with Str
