Logan stared at her in disbelief. 'You spent half the stakeout asleep! I watched the bloody alleyway while you were snoring your head off!'

The inspector grinned at him, completely unabashed. 'Aye?

Well, privilege of rank and all that shite. Come on, I'll buy you a nice bacon roll on the way.'

'On the way where?' But she was already gone.

For some reason DI Steel's assertion that shifts were for the weak didn't extend to DC Rennie: he wouldn't be in until later – so Logan had to pick up a CID pool car and drive them to the hospital, expending all his concentration on not crashing into anything. By the time they were sat at the traffic lights on Westburn Road, the lush green jungle of Victoria Park on one side, the wide-open spaces of Westburn Park on the other, Steel was onto her second post-bacon-buttie cigarette.

'You're no' still sulking are you?' she asked as the lights changed and they inched forward.

I'm not sulking, I'm tired.'

'Aye?' The inspector eyed him sceptically. 'How come you've no' asked why we're going up the hospital then?'

Logan sighed. 'We're going to see Jamie McKinnon.'

Steel nodded. 'Aye. Want to guess why?'

'Not really, no.'

'Suit yourself.'

The ward was fairly quiet when they arrived, most of the beds were full, their occupants sitting on their own, engrossed in the morning paper or staring morosely out of the window.

Jamie McKinnon had been moved to a bed in the far corner and was lying on his side with his back to the door, hiding under the blankets.

Steel plonked herself down on the end of the bed and gave him a cheery, 'Jamie, my wee porridge-muncher, how's it hanging?' The man in the next bed harrumphed and ruffled his Press and Journal.

'Come on, Jamie, don't be rude: you've got visitors! I even brought grapes.' Steel pulled a tube of sweets from her pocket and tossed them onto the bedspread. 'Well, wine gums, but it's the thought that counts, eh?'

Jamie McKinnon rolled over and scowled at her with his one good eye. For some reason his bruised face wasn't healing much. If anything it was worse than before. 'Go fuck yourself.'

'Ah, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie… if only I had time. We found this huge dildo last night, but between you and me, it's a bastard on the batteries.' She picked up the wine gums. 'You wanting these or not?'

He snatched them out of her hand and glowered. 'Nothing happened.'

'No…?' Steel faded off into silence, looking over her shoulder at Logan standing at the foot of the bed. 'For God's sake get yourself a chair, you look like an undertaker standing there with your face like that.' Grumbling Logan did as he was told, dragging an orange plastic seat over from the next bed. He was just about to sit down when Steel told him to draw the curtains round the bed.

'There we go,' she said when he'd closed them off from the rest of the ward. 'Much more cosy. Now, Sunshine.' She poked Jamie in the shoulder. 'A nice nurse told me you had some visitors last night. And that when they were gone, you pressed your little "help me" button and she had to get your hand X-rayed.' Logan's eyes darted to Jamie's left hand. All four of the fingers were splinted together, wrapped in white gauze bandage.

'I… fell.'

'You fell.' Steel nodded. 'You fell and managed to break four fingers.'

'That's right.'

'Hit your eye on the way down too?' Steel pointed at the swollen mass of bruised flesh.

'I fell, OK? I fell on my face and I put my hand out to stop myself and I banged my fingers.'

'You sure?'

Jamie suddenly found the packet of wine gums very interesting; he fumbled awkwardly at the wrapper with his splinted fingers before giving up and trying with his other hand.

Logan had a bash at being the good cop. 'Who were they, Jamie? The people who came to see you last night?'

Jamie shrugged, never taking his eyes off the packet in his hands. 'Just some people I know. You know, friends, like…'

The inspector snorted. 'Bollocks. Tell you what, Jamie, I think your visitors were trying to pass you controlled substances. So, just to be on the safe side, I'm going to call a nice man from the Drugs Squad and get him to perform a full body-cavity search on you. Would you like that?' She smiled. 'Would you?

Nice big hairy man's hand all the way up your backside looking for a package of fun? Mmm? Big, big hairy hands?'

'They didn't give me nothing, OK? They wanted to, but I wouldn't take it.'

DI Steel's smile softened. 'I wish I could believe you, Jamie, I really do. But you're going to need to give me more information than that. I want their names.' 1 don't know their names!'

Steel shook her head, then mimed pulling on an elbow length rubber glove, complete with sound effects. Jamie's eyes darted from the inspector to Logan. 'I don't know! They wouldn't tell me! Please!'

'What did they want?'

They said I had to use them as suppliers. I told them I wasn't doing that kind of stuff any more, I was going straight…' He held up his hand so Logan could see the bruises in between the fingers where the bandages didn't quite meet. Then they did this.'

Logan winced. 'Why didn't you call for help?'

Jamie laughed painfully. Think I didn't want to? Big fucker had me pinned to the bed, stuffed a rag in my mouth while his fucking friend giggled and snapped my fingers. Couldn't even scream.'

'And no one saw anything?'

They pulled the curtains.'

'You could have said something afterwards.'

Jamie raised his undamaged hand to his swollen eye, touching the puffy flesh with a wince. 'Said they'd be back.

Said they knew where I lived. Said they could have a lot of fun with my sister if I fucked things up for them.'

Steel listened to all this with a thoughtful look on her face.

When she was finally certain that they weren't going to get anything more out of Jamie McKinnon she hopped off the bed and motioned for Logan to follow. Thanks for that, Jamie. Oh, and you'll be sad to know that some other tart got herself beaten to death on Friday night.' At that Jamie sat up straight in bed. 'Nah.' Steel shook her head. 'Don't get your hopes up, we're treating them as separate incidents.

You're still going down for what you did to Rosie. See, we got the lab results back this morning: Rosie was up the stick with your kid. You knew that. Couldn't stand the thought of your baby inside her getting poked by strangers' dicks every night.' All the blood drained from Jamie's face and the inspector grinned. 'You have fun now.'

Jamie was in tears as they pushed their way out of the ward, Steel making the call to her friend on the Drugs Squad to set up Jamie's full body-cavity search.

Ailsa stood at the kitchen sink washing the breakfast things in hot soapy water. Normally she would have done the washing up straight after breakfast, but she was a bit behind today. Gavin had bought her a dishwasher, he was good like that, but somehow it seemed so wasteful to put it on just for a couple of plates, and she couldn't bear the thought of the breakfast dishes festering in there all day, so she always did them by hand, staring out of the kitchen window through the fence, watching the schoolchildren troop across the grass and in through the doors. Praying that one day, she'd have one of her own… But it was late and they were all gone now, leaving the playground empty and silent, waiting for the morning break to come. She sighed and scrubbed dried-on egg off the good plates.

Gavin had been in a foul mood last night. He'd had to work late yet again – even though he'd promised – and when he finally got home the horrible woman next door was out in the garden. Staggering about, screaming and swearing at her boyfriend. Gavin had dumped his briefcase in the hall and marched right round there to give them a piece of his mind. She had never, ever, heard her husband use language like that before. But it didn't make any difference to the harpy next door: she just started shouting and swearing at Gavin instead. Then she got violent! Screaming obscenities and swinging punches… Gavin came in with the beginnings of a black eye. He called the police, not that it ever did any good. After that he didn't want to eat the supper she'd made for him, preferring instead to drink a huge amount of whisky. And even though the schedule they'd got from the doctor said they had to try every night while she was ovulating, he said he couldn't. Not after a long day in the office and the fight. He was going to have another drink and watch the television. So Ailsa had gone to bed alone.