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  1. Cover
  2. Time for the Dead
  3. Dedication page
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph page
  6. Prologue
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
  13. 7
  14. 8
  15. 9
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  17. 11
  18. 12
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

Once he’d given himself a good shake, Blaze indicated he was ready to move on, urging Rhona to pack up and follow him. Conscious of how far she had come from the turning circle and her vehicle, Rhona began to wonder if this trip had been a wise move at all, or just another fanciful idea she’d conjured up in her present state of mind.

Wouldn’t it have been more sensible to hang about near Seven’s campsite and talk to her when she returned?

The dog, however, had no qualms about the original plan and was already setting a steady pace, following the line of the stream that ran along the lower edge of the plantation towards what was, according to Rhona’s map, the A850, the road that led either back to Portree or else west to Dunvegan.

If that was where Seven was making for, it didn’t look as though she was out on a survival walk after all.

Rhona switched on her mobile and three messages pinged in in succession, one each from Alvis, Sergeant MacDonald and Chrissy. As Rhona contemplated which one to read first, the mobile rang out.

‘Where are you?’ McNab said before she could even manage a hello.

‘Out for a walk with Donald’s dog.’

‘Alvis says they can’t reach you.’

‘The signal’s bad and you’ve reached me now.’

‘The DNA from your walk in the woods is not a match for the body on the beach,’ McNab declared bluntly.

Rhona didn’t respond because there was nothing to say, except that she’d been wrong.

‘Did you hear me?’ McNab demanded.

Rhona had kept on walking and the signal had weakened so that McNab’s voice had begun to break up. She could have stepped back into range, but didn’t.

‘Rhona? Can you hear me? The beach guy wasn’t from the woods.’

‘You don’t have to keep telling me that,’ Rhona muttered under her breath.

‘But,’ McNab’s broken voice assumed a triumphant tone, ‘I fucking know who it is.’

42

Glasgow, a little earlier

McNab cursed as the line of traffic continued to merely creep forward. He was going to be late and it wasn’t strictly the fault of the current hold-up.

Had he not succumbed to Ellie’s naked charms this morning – she’d had an afternoon shift at the Harley shop so wasn’t in a hurry – he would have reached the hospital in good time. But, opening his eyes earlier, he’d rediscovered his delight at having her beside him and had taken advantage of her offer.

Which he didn’t regret one little bit, he told himself, as his watch reminded him he was well past the arranged collection time for Prince Harry.