Chris shook his head. ‘Nita called round to the house. Seems he’s taken off for a couple of days up the hills. Wife thinks he’ll be back late tonight, or tomorrow at worst.’

Clare raised an eyebrow. ‘That sounds convenient.’

‘Nita thought it seemed okay. The wife said he’d been planning the trip for a few weeks. Weather looked good this weekend so he took off.’

‘Okay. I’ll be happier when he’s back, though. Anything else?’

Chris said, ‘I spoke to the police in Ontario and they put me onto the camp organisers. Seems David Fox spent a few seasons out there. He was popular and good with the kids. They were genuinely sorry when he moved on.’ He hesitated.

‘Go on,’ Clare said.

‘He was a riflery instructor.’

Clare stared. ‘Riflery? As in guns?’

‘Yep. So I went back to the school – Dalgleish Grammar. Seems they had a kind of cadet corps the kids could join.’

‘Let me guess – they taught them to shoot.’

‘They did. And David Fox was apparently one of the best they’d ever had.’

Clare put a hand up to rub her temple, trying to take this in.

‘So, our killer,’ Tony said, ‘is a cracking shot and Gaby’s brother is also a cracking shot. And, let’s not forget, David Fox’s body’s never been found.’

Clare looked at the two of them. ‘It seems too much of a coincidence, doesn’t it? But I can’t see what his motive would be.’

‘Remember the three men in Glasgow,’ Chris said. ‘They all said he was a bit of a maverick. Maybe he took against Russell. Long-standing grudge Gaby didn’t know about.’

Clare frowned. ‘Maybe.’ She rubbed her forehead. ‘Erm, what else?’

‘They’ve still got the hire car, Luke and Gaby, and the tracker shows it’s in Fife.’

‘Oh?’

‘Looks like they decided to stick around for a bit longer.’

‘Explains why they didn’t catch their train,’ Tony said. ‘Maybe they did just want a bit of time before heading home. Away from all the fuss.’

‘They could have just stayed on at the hotel,’ Chris said. ‘That Brodie place.’

Tony shrugged. ‘Maybe the press got wind of them.’

‘Yeah,’ Clare said, yawning. ‘Makes sense.’ She checked her watch again. ‘Well, he’ll be here shortly. He can tell us himself.’

‘Clare, I don’t think you’re up to interviewing him,’ Tony said. He nodded at Chris. ‘The lad and I will do it.’

Clare took out a tissue and blew her nose. ‘Nope. It’s my case and it’s me he phoned. If I start to struggle Chris can take over.’ She dropped her tissue in the bin and reached into her drawer for a small bottle of hand sanitiser. ‘You’re welcome to sit in, of course.’