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

The rain passed them on the way to Portree, and was there to greet them on arrival. By then it was coming down in sheets and demanded a quick sprint to the front door of the police station, where they found they weren’t the only ones shaking themselves off.

‘Sergeant MacDonald is upstairs with members of the MRT,’ they were told on entry.

The conference room was a hive of activity, reminding Rhona of the many incident rooms she’d been in, in Glasgow. A coffee machine had been installed and McNab, spotting its presence, immediately headed there.

‘How’d it go?’ Lee asked Rhona.

‘I’ve taken a DNA sample, which I’ll transfer to the production room fridge. We can check it against Peter Galbraith’s, which we hope is being held by the MOD,’ Rhona said. ‘There are soil samples from his boots, and I taped his clothes.’

‘The MOD aren’t inclined to co-operate unless they have to.’

‘When it’s a case of identification of remains, they can hardly refuse,’ Rhona said. ‘I think we should run the photo of Private Galbraith past Donald. See if he thinks it might be the guy he met in the Gents.’

‘Do that,’ Lee said.

‘Where’s DS Clark?’ McNab interrupted their exchange.

‘We gave her an interview room. She’s working her way through the list of folk that knew Watson from before. Chrissy’s in the production room with all the swabs she’s been taking.’

As McNab headed off, Rhona reminded him that he should talk to Jamie, then excused herself and went in search of her assistant.

The production room turned out to be the only quiet place in the station, ‘apart from the cells’, Chrissy told her.

They exchanged stories as they labelled and stored Rhona’s evidence samples.

‘So there have been no sightings yet of the soldiers?’ Rhona said.

‘The word is definitely out there, but any walkers and climbers that have been spotted have been accounted for. If your medics were on survival training, their aim, I assume, was not to be seen.’

‘What about the Duirinish peninsula?’ Rhona said. ‘That’s where Seven might be headed.’

‘Jamie says no sightings there, but they rely on folk being spotted by sight or drone, and that’s a pretty inaccessible spot and not the most popular this time of year.’ She paused as a gust of rain hit the window. ‘You said they were all due to head back to Glasgow shortly?’

‘So Seven said, and she promised to check in with the station before they left.’

‘You’ll have to hope they do,’ Chrissy said. ‘Archie wants to talk to you. He’s over at the Isles. I’ll be across shortly, or so my stomach informs me.’