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however, was on a delivery run to Dundee.”
    Forrester frowned. “Do we know where?”
    Considine shook his head. “Still waiting on confirmation, sir.”
    “Be a pain about it if you don’t hear back soon, okay?”
    “Will do, sir.”
    Vicky held up a photocopy of the note from Forfar. “Anyway, their spouses received notes like this one. We have your husband. He is safe. Do not worry. Much. They’re undergoing forensic analysis in the lab just now.”
    Considine held up a copy of the other one. “Should be back tomorrow.”
    Forrester made some notes on the board. “Good work.”
    “It appears she sold a dog with a congenital disease. The story was all over the papers.” Vicky eyed Considine. “Did you look into the journalist who broke the story?”
    “I did, Sarge. Story all checks out.” Considine showed her a page of newsprint. “I’ve got the original article. Not sure what else we can do.”
    “Leave it for now.” Vicky walked up to the whiteboard and started writing. “We’ve got an active trace on Rachel’s mobile and we’re in the process of tracing Paul’s personal and work phones.”
    MacDonald joined them at the board. “Anyone seen anything in the vicinity?”
    Vicky tapped at her scribbles. “We’ve got sightings of a black car at both addresses when the letters might’ve been delivered.”
    Considine held up a sheet of paper with a car on it. “The paper girl in Invergowrie reckons it’s a Mercedes E63 AMG.”
    Vicky wagged a finger. “She said it was like a car in an advert. She didn’t say it was that specific model. We need to get her to identify which car it actually was.”
    Forrester pinned the photo of the car to the board. “Any suspects ?”
    Vicky checked her notebook. “I’ve got three so far. First, there’s her husband, Derek Hay.”
    “Any reason why?”
    “Nothing in particular. Just covering all bases.” Vicky shrugged. “Second, Marianne Smith. She works at a garden at the James Hutton Institute near where Rachel walks her dogs. Apparently, the dogs trashed part of the garden a while back, causing a whole load of rework. Third, Gary Black. He bought a defective dog from Rachel. The poor thing died within a year and they sued her. Settled out of court.”
    Forrester gazed at Considine. “Anyone else from you?”
    “No, sir. Sorry.”
    MacDonald rubbed his chin. “Anyone taken credit for this?”
    “No.”
    “Ransom demands?”
    “None. Just the notes, which are fairly abstract.”
    Forrester took a step back and reviewed the board. “So, ne xt steps?”
    “We need street teams in Invergowrie and Forfar.” Vicky scribbled them on the whiteboard. “See if anyone saw the driver of this car, assuming that’s how it happened. Additionally, we should look at when they were abducted. If the cars were there, we may be able to use CCTV to get plates or a better description than ‘it was like one on an advert’. We should get the street teams armed with the possible photos of the car.”
    “Sounds good. Anything else?”
    Vicky put a hand on her hip. “Do you think we should go public with it?”
    “Not sure.” Forrester narrowed his eyes. “I’m not against it, per se, but I’ll have to speak to DCI Raven about it.”
    Vicky let her hand drop. She didn’t agree but wasn’t going to say so in a briefing. “Okay, so actions, sir?”
    Forrester joined her at the board and drew a box for Actions . “Mac, that burglary is pretty much on pause just now, right?”
    “Waiting on uniform to get back to us, sir.”
    “Fine. You’re managing the street teams. You’ve got Woods, Kirk and Summers plus any uniform you can rustle up. Vicky, can you get the photofit sorted and get the suspects in a room?”
    “Will do.”
    “Considine, can you get back out to Murison’s and check out this order of tatties? Who placed it, phone number, all that jazz?”
    “Sure thing, sir.”
    “Right. Dismissed.”
    Vicky leaned against the window sill, lost in