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417 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2023
McCoist held her ID closer and he snatched it right out of her hand—held it up to his nose. McCoist found herself going for the CS spray in her pocket, fingers gripping the small tin, palms starting to sweat.
“Detective Inspector Alison McCoist right enough.” He looked between her picture and her face like a doorman, feigned familiarity in his voice. “Good name fir a polis in Glesga.” He handed the card back. “Yer pals call ye Ally?”
“No.” Emphatic, humourless, “There's been a report of someone squatting in this office.”
"Is it the bloke oer the hall? That web designer. He never goes hame.” He grated out a laugh.
“Could you tell me your name, sir?” McCoist got her notepad and pen, having to let go of the pepper spray.
"Bootin oot squatters is a bit below yer pay grade is it no? Fir a detective, a mean.”
“Sir. Name, please.”
"Am just tryin tae get some work done here,”
"What kind of work?”
“The honest kind. A promise."
“Can I come in?”
" No.” He didn't even pretend to think about it.
“I can come back with a warrant to search the premises."
“Al huv the kettle ready when ye dae.”