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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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  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

‘His nephew and quite a few others were buying from him.’ Jamie hesitated, his face darkening. ‘God, I hope no one local is involved in him going over the cliff.’ He hesitated. ‘Any evidence of a connection between the Snowman and your scene in the woods?’

‘No. DNA doesn’t match,’ Rhona said. ‘But—’ She stopped herself before she mentioned McNab’s phone call. ‘Nothing. It’ll keep until tomorrow. Get some sleep.’

He rose with a groan. ‘I’m glad there’s no one due to be buried tomorrow,’ he said with a half-smile, ‘otherwise I would likely fall into the grave with them. Will you bank up the fire? It’s going to be a cold one.’

He bent and kissed her lightly on the cheek. ‘Goodnight and sleep well. If you get cold there’s extra blankets in the cupboard.’

Rhona watched Jamie trudge wearily upstairs, realizing she’d almost revealed McNab’s startling revelation from earlier, because it had been very much on her mind.

If there was a link between current serving army personnel and the delivery of heroin and cocaine on the streets of Glasgow, as McNab had suggested, it would blow the Sandman investigation wide open . . . provided the MOD permitted this to happen, of course.

She recalled her own run-in with the MOD after a severed foot had been discovered in the nearby Raasay Sound, a favourite route for their submarines, the presence of which had proved a danger to local fishing vessels by snagging their nets. How swiftly the MOD had moved to deny and cover any involvement, even to the point of removing the foot from the fridge at her lab before she’d completed her study of it.

But there were also other issues to consider.

If Harry McArthur’s contact was with the same Pete Galbraith who was one of the group of medics currently on Skye, could there have been any significance to their trip other than to play games at A.C.E Target Sports, get drunk and take themselves off into the wilds to do survival training?

If their presence was linked in some way to Watson’s sojourn on the island, then her sense of a connection between the scene in the birch woods and the beach might have been right all along.

And now another unidentified body, partly buried in scree, with a damaged face and no identification.

Rhona thought of the mementos from Afghanistan hanging in Seven’s tent. The bag she’d left behind. What had happened there to bind the group together? And what had brought them here?

She glanced at the window where a rising wind was whipping the snow against the glass in a frenzied dance, and thought of Seven, wherever she might be this night.

53

McNab had listened to the boss’s early morning call through a thick head, caused not by too much alcohol, but by too little sleep.