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Chapters (94)
  1. Cover
  2. Time for the Dead
  3. Dedication page
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph page
  6. Prologue
  7. 1
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  10. 4
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

‘Which you will have.’ DI Wilson eyed him from the other side of his desk. ‘Locate Harry McArthur and bring him in. DS Clark will go with the MIT to Skye.’

McNab felt a distinct and probably obvious relief that he wasn’t heading for that helicopter ride, although the downside of not going to Skye was not seeing Rhona again. Glancing up, he found the boss’s eyes squarely upon him.

‘I would have liked you to report back on Rhona’s progress, but we must rely on Chrissy to do that for the moment.’

Although it was obvious by the final nod that he was being dismissed, there was one more question McNab felt compelled to ask.

‘I wondered, sir . . .’ He hesitated.

‘You wondered what, Sergeant?’

Was that an amused glint in the boss’s eye or merely the dawning of an icy rage?

‘I wondered if Ellie was in touch with you directly about her offer of a place to McArthur?’

‘She was not. Now go, Sergeant.’

A few pairs of eyes followed him as he made his way to his desk, wondering what the interchange they’d no doubt viewed through the glass had been all about.

McNab sat for a moment, pondering his next move. He hadn’t yet told Ellie of Harry’s disappearance and since she hadn’t contacted the boss directly, chances were she didn’t know about it . . . yet.

He’d already contemplated spinning Ellie the yarn that they were keeping Harry in hospital for another couple of days. Then she wouldn’t worry while he was trying to locate him.

That would be the easy way out.

But if anything bad happened to Harry in the interim, it would, McNab acknowledged, be a difficult place to extract himself from with Ellie.

At the onset of their relationship, they’d promised to be honest with each other. Or at least Ellie had, regarding in particular whether she might choose to have sex with someone else. Even recalling that conversation made McNab squirm a little in his seat. He’d agreed to it, pretty sure that he would not seek sex elsewhere when he had Ellie in tow. However, as a policeman and a detective, he couldn’t see how he could be frank in every answer he gave Ellie, in particular when the question had anything to do with police business.

And Prince Harry fell into that category, without a doubt.