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Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. August
  4. Day 1: Saturday
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Day 2: Sunday
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Day 3: Monday
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Day 4: Tuesday
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Day 5: Wednesday
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Day 6: Thursday
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Day 7: Friday
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Day 8: Saturday
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Day 9: Sunday
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Day 10: Monday
  58. Two months later
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Detective Clare Mackay
  62. Canelo Crime
  63. About the Author
  64. Also by Marion Todd

‘This is as close as I can get to the tracker location,’ she said. ‘There are cottages along to the right but it could be in any direction.’

‘Okay,’ Clare said. ‘What kind of car is it?’

‘Vauxhall Insignia. Silver.’

Clare said, ‘Janey, park broadside across the junction. Any cars come along – check the occupants. Anyone from the house party – get me on the radio. Nita, you carry on to the right and I’ll follow. We’ll take the cottages one at a time. Just look for the Insignia. If we don’t find the car we can start checking houses.’

They jumped back into their cars and Janey prepared to move hers across the junction. As Chris pulled out to follow Nita, Clare’s phone began to ring.

‘Inspector Mackay?’ a female voice said.

Clare cleared her throat then said, ‘Yes?’

‘Natasha Lynch from Carloway Money. We keep missing each other.’

At last. Russell Fox’s financial advisor. Clare flicked the speaker on so Chris could hear. Nita was out of her car now, running up the drive of a cottage, hidden behind a hedge.

‘Thanks so much for phoning back,’ Clare said. ‘I’m hoping you can give me some information.’

Nita came running back out of the drive, shaking her head. She jumped into her car and pulled away again.

Natasha Lynch began to explain under GDPR she wasn’t able to give any confidential information, but Clare cut across her.

‘No doubt you saw the news of Mr Fox’s death in the papers.’

‘Yes. Such a shock.’

‘We’re treating it as murder I’m afraid and, in such cases, GDPR doesn’t apply. I realise you may wish to verify this for yourself but we don’t have time for that. We need information urgently.’

‘In that case, Inspector, tell me what you wish to know.’

Clare was trying to think clearly. What was it she wanted to know?

‘Russell’s plans to sell his restaurants,’ Chris said, pulling into the verge once more as Nita jumped out to check a drive on the other side of the road.

Clare began repeating what Chris had said but Natasha cut across her.

‘I heard, thank you. I’m not in the office just now. I’ve been on annual leave. But I’ll tell you what I can recall. Otherwise I can check the file when I’m back in on Monday, if that helps?’