Chapters (64)
- Cover
- Dedication
- August
- Day 1: Saturday
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Day 2: Sunday
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Day 3: Monday
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Day 4: Tuesday
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Day 5: Wednesday
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Day 6: Thursday
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Day 7: Friday
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Day 8: Saturday
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Day 9: Sunday
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Day 10: Monday
- Two months later
- Chapter 54
- Acknowledgements
- Detective Clare Mackay
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Marion Todd
Clare nodded. ‘Detective Inspector Clare Mackay,’ she said, adding, ‘I’m so sorry to trouble you at a time like this. Am I correct in thinking the victim was your brother?’
Gaby’s eyes were brimming. ‘Yes,’ she said, her voice barely audible. ‘Russell was my brother.’
Clare indicated the seat she had risen from. ‘Please do sit down. I don’t want to make this any more difficult for you.’ She turned to Chris. ‘Perhaps you could ask Reception for some tea?’ She smiled back at Gaby. ‘Or coffee?’
Eamon Ferry had been hovering near the door and he looked grateful for the suggestion. ‘I’ll do it.’ He smiled at Gaby. ‘Tea okay for you, doll?’
She nodded and Eamon looked from Clare to Chris.
‘Tea’s great for us, too,’ Clare said. ‘Thank you.’
Gaby resumed her seat and Chris pulled a couple of chairs over.
They sat, then Clare said, ‘I know you’ve already spoken to my colleague here, Miss Fox.’
‘Gaby, please.’
Clare acknowledged this with a smile. Then she said, ‘I hope it won’t distress you too much if I ask you to go through what happened once more?’
She nodded. ‘It’s fine. You have your job to do, Inspector.’
‘Call me Clare.’ She smiled again then said, ‘Maybe you could tell me how you came to be staying in St Andrews?’
Gaby was silent for a moment then she swallowed. ‘It was Russell’s birthday,’ she said. ‘His fortieth, you know? And I thought we’d rent a house, invite his friends, make it a bit of a party.’
‘How many of you are there?’ Clare asked.
‘Just the six. Luke and me, Russell and his three oldest friends. We arrived last Thursday.’
‘For how long?’
‘Supposed to be a week,’ Gaby said. ‘But now…’
Chris cleared his throat. ‘I have everyone’s details.’
Clare gave him a nod then turned back to Gaby. ‘And the wedding?’
She shook her head. ‘I can’t believe I was there when I should have been here. Maybe if I had… I should never have gone.’
‘You said your daughter was taught by Gillian?’ Clare asked.
‘Yes, that’s right. She boards at the school, actually. We’re down in London so much, you see. Me with my TV show and Luke with his work.’
‘What is his line of work?’