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Chapters (53)
  1. Title page
  2. Dedication page
  3. Contents
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. By Ann Cleeves
  53. Copyright page

George nodded and she disappeared again. They heard her speaking in the other room, but this time she’d closed the door and they couldn’t make out the individual words. Sandy thought that he should go. He wanted to tell Jimmy Perez what he’d discovered, and he’d promised Mary Lomax that he’d only be away for an hour.

He got to his feet just as Grusche returned to the kitchen. ‘They say they want to walk and anyway they don’t know when they’ll be done. They haven’t finished eating yet.’ She frowned. ‘I hope they take care. We want no more tragedies here.’ She flashed a sudden smile at Sandy. ‘We mothers worry too much. You wait until you have your own child, Sandy. You’ll understand then.’

Out in his car he saw that he had a missed call from Perez. There was a voicemail: ‘We need to track down Monica Leaze, Sandy. There’s been a development and we’ll stay here for a while, though we’d like to get back to Unst this evening. Can you book us onto the last ferry from Yell?’

Sandy tried to phone back, but there was no reply. He drove to Springfield House. The fog was patchy and cleared occasionally to let bright shafts of sunshine light up the hills. Outside the hotel he paused, thinking about the girl who’d lived there, who’d led such a short and troubled life.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Perez stared at the sketch of the woman on the easel in Monica Leaze’s loft. Eleanor Longstaff was captured in pencil. Of course she looked like the body he’d seen in the tiny lochan, but this wasn’t an exact representation. He felt just as he’d felt when he’d heard the child on Eleanor’s recorder singing Peerie Lizzie’s song: that there was a discrepancy, something not quite right. He continued to look at it and for a while found it hard to believe that the artist who’d made the disturbing and detailed interiors he’d seen with Fran in the gallery had sketched this too. Then he remembered that Leaze had also painted the little girl in the white dress and thought there was something similar in the tone of both figures. A jauntiness and a sense of mischief, which seemed almost blasphemous now. It was as if the artist was pleased that Eleanor was dead, was amused by the murder.

He became aware of Willow standing behind him. ‘We have to talk to the woman,’ she said. ‘She must have seen Eleanor’s body. At the very least she’s a witness.’

Perez was about to contradict her, but stopped himself. At this point nothing was certain. Instead he went for a mild observation. ‘There doesn’t seem to be water in the background.’