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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
  16. 10
  17. 11
  18. 12
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
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  90. 84
  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

As McNab made his way as ordered, he ran over possible reasons why DS Clark should want to see him so urgently. Her tone had suggested she required them to speak alone, but why exactly?

It could be that news had already reached her about Harry going missing. Or maybe something worse, McNab’s darker side suggested. For a morning that had begun so well, it was going seriously downhill now.

Arriving first, McNab purchased two coffees and found a table as far from the other customers as possible. If he was going to be given bad news or a telling-off, he preferred the whole cafeteria not to know about it and DS Clark wasn’t one to mince her words.

When she did arrive, McNab tried to tell by her expression how serious it was, but that wasn’t possible from the stony look she gave him. He pushed the coffee towards her.

‘Harry’s gone,’ he said, keen to get his story in first.

‘Gone where?’

From Janice’s response, McNab now knew they weren’t there to discuss Prince Harry.

‘I’ll explain later,’ McNab said swiftly. ‘Just tell me why you brought me here.’

Janice was eager to do just that. ‘The tests came back on the beach body. There’s no match with the DNA samples Dr MacLeod found in the woods.’

‘Okay,’ McNab said, trying not to sound too disappointed. ‘I’ll let Rhona know.’

‘But,’ Janice went on, a gleam in her eye, ‘the Kilt Rock guy was on the DNA database.’

Which meant he’d been convicted for something.

McNab sprang to attention. ‘Who?’ he demanded.

‘Paul Watson, suspected associate of one Malcolm Stevenson.’

McNab recognized the name immediately. He would have known the face too, he thought, if there had been anything left of it to view.

‘If Watson was on Skye, it wasn’t for the scenery,’ McNab said.

‘Agreed.’ Janice met his look with one of her own. ‘Fancy a trip to Skye?’

44

They were drawing ever closer to the main road and Blaze seemed as focused as ever on heading that way. If he was still following Seven’s scent, then it appeared she’d been making her way there too.

McNab’s call had of course changed everything, including Rhona’s need to locate and speak to Seven about what she’d found in the woods, because it no longer mattered.

It seemed that the body on the beach had nothing to do with the group of medics. They no longer needed to be accounted for. Seven could go where she pleased, as could the others. Any search using drones, the police Twitter account and the local MRT could be called off. No more time needed to be wasted on that.