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

He moved to the kitchen and went through the motions of making real coffee, as strong as possible. Two shots later, his brain began to break through the fog. The trouble with not drinking regularly was this mind fog when you did.

Last night he’d concentrated on personal matters. Even worse, it was where his personal life impacted on his professional world. That was why he hadn’t wanted Harry staying at Ellie’s, and he’d been right. He’d known it would end badly.

McNab allowed himself a moment of righteous resentment that Ellie had put him in such a position. He should never have okayed it. He recalled Ellie’s face at this point, her voice as she’d told him, in no uncertain terms, that she didn’t need his permission.

And she didn’t. If Ellie wanted to be kind-hearted, it wasn’t his place to dissuade her.

But look how it had turned out. And it could have been worse. Harry could have had dealers turning up at her door. Invited his mates to squat there. Brought bad things down on her for her kindness.

He stopped his negative ramblings there and tried the alternative.

There was always a chance her help might have set Harry on a different path and helped Ellie lay the ghost of her brother to rest.

McNab dressed and, grabbing his jacket, left the flat.

The snow was still falling, light and wet, melting swiftly underfoot. Walking would help him think, he decided, and it was better than sitting brooding in the flat so close to the whisky.

They had misplaced Harry, but he had a lot to thank the guy for. He’d obviously decided when he’d left that he wasn’t planning on seeing McNab again, but Harry hadn’t left him with nothing. He’d left him with a lead to follow and it seemed that the lead led to the Isle of Skye.

52

Rhona heard the key turn in the lock and realized her solitude was over. A blast of cold air heralded Jamie’s entrance, his face reddened by wind, his hair tousled.

‘Rhona.’ He gave her a wide smile. ‘I was hoping when I saw the light on that it might be you. And thank you for lighting the fire,’ he said, heading there to warm his hands.

‘Can I get you something hot, or something strong?’ Rhona offered.

‘Black coffee would be good with a decent measure of whisky added.’

When Rhona returned with a large mug as requested, Jamie thanked her and quickly took a mouthful.

‘How’d it go?’ she said, already concerned by the look in his eyes.

‘We found him.’

‘That’s good,’ Rhona said hopefully.

Jamie met her eye and shook his head. ‘He was already dead.’

Rhona waited, not sure what to say next. Deaths on Highland hills were fairly common, but that didn’t make dealing with them any easier.