‘No one else was shooting.’ Ronald looked out of the window. Following his gaze, Perez had a view of the bungalow where he and Anna lived. Anna came outside and hung a basket of washing on the line, just as Mima had done the day before she was shot.

‘But there were people about?’ Perez persisted. He could understand why Ronald just wanted the nightmare of Mima’s death to be over but he couldn’t let it go. And it wasn’t something Ronald would wake up from.

‘A car went down the road while I was shooting over the field.’

‘You have no idea who it belonged to?’

‘It was dark, man, and I had other things on my mind.’ The tension was starting to tell again. ‘I saw headlights and heard an engine. Nothing more.’

‘Which direction was it going?’

‘I don’t know! Does it really matter?’

‘Was it coming from the Pier House, or away from Lindby?’

‘Not from the Pier House. The other way.’

So, Perez thought, not drinkers on their way home from the bar.

‘Who else shoots regularly in Whalsay?’ he asked. He tried to keep his voice relaxed and easy.

‘Most of the men do. We’re all trying to keep down the rabbits. What is this about?’

‘It’s the sort of thing I need to say in my report. Better me asking the questions than a lawyer in the court.’

‘I’m sorry.’ Ronald looked straight at Perez again. ‘I know you’re only doing your job. I should be grateful. Ask whatever you like.’

‘Nah, I’ve done for today. Go and tell Anna the news.’

Ronald grinned. ‘Thanks, I will. I’m going out tonight, fishing with one of my friends. Not on the big boat, but one of the inshore ones. I wouldn’t have wanted to leave her alone with this hanging over us. At least now she’ll be able to focus on the baby and her work. She’s setting up a website for her business. And she still has knitting orders to complete.’

Perez thought that sounded like a phrase Anna would use. I need to focus on my work.

Ronald stood up and left the office. He didn’t wait for Perez to follow, but ran straight out of the front door of the house. Then he began to bound down the hill to the bungalow, like a boy running just for the pleasure of it.

‘Ronald, is that you?’ Jackie emerged from the kitchen, saw Perez alone in the office and frowned. ‘What have you done with Ronald?’

‘I’ve done nothing with him. The Fiscal has decided not to press charges. He’s gone to celebrate with his wife.’ It wasn’t his place to tell the woman, but she’d find out soon enough. He was surprised Ronald hadn’t called in to tell her. Even more surprised that Sandy had managed to keep his mouth shut.