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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
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

On entry to the station, it was clear that something had happened while they were at the Isles. The explanation seemed to be the sudden drop in temperature which had seen at least three cars leave the road round the island and all available police vehicles and personnel sent out to deal with the situation, including Lee.

‘The Sleat road is apparently one of the ones affected,’ Jamie told her. ‘Best if you don’t tackle it tonight.’

Rhona had no intention of doing so. ‘I’ll stay at yours again, if that’s all right?’

‘Of course,’ Jamie said. ‘I’m going to check in, see if the MRT’s required. I’ll be home later.’

Donald left with him, leaving Rhona and McNab alone.

‘I suggest we locate Chrissy, then get some food together,’ Rhona suggested.

By his expression, McNab liked that idea, but the sarcasm wasn’t over yet. ‘Won’t Chrissy be headed home with the bold Donald?’

‘Let’s find out,’ Rhona said.

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‘At last,’ McNab said, toasting them with his pint of Skye Gold. ‘The team back together again.’

Chrissy glanced at Rhona, who, smiling a little, didn’t comment.

‘What are we eating then?’ Chrissy said. ‘I fancy the macaroni cheese.’

‘No contest,’ McNab said. ‘I’m having the steak pie.’

Rhona contemplated her favourite fish and chips, but instead when the waitress arrived plumped for haggis, neeps and tatties.

‘So,’ McNab tried again when she’d departed with their order. ‘Isn’t this good?’

‘Stop it,’ Rhona warned.

McNab made a face. ‘Stop what?’

‘Trying to persuade me. It’s never worked before and it won’t now.’

Chrissy must have kicked McNab under the table, because he gave a yelp.

Rhona now brought up the subject she’d intended discussing all along.

‘I think Seven is the key to a lot of this,’ she said. ‘And I suspect she was the one injured in the woods that night behind A.C.E Target Sports. The question is how, and more importantly, why.’

‘We can’t confirm that without her DNA,’ Chrissy reminded her. ‘Pity you didn’t collect some from the tent.’

‘Which wasn’t a crime scene and therefore inadmissible.’ Rhona stated what they were all aware of. ‘Blaze’s instinct in the plantation was to protect. He’d met her before at A.C.E and in the pub, but it wasn’t just familiarity, I think he knew she was frightened.’

She continued, ‘Jen Mackie found traces of cocaine in the soil sample from there that I sent. What if Lee’s original thought that a consignment of drugs had been buried there was correct? Could that have been why Watson was back on the island? To retrieve it?’

The food arrived at this point and they fell silent.

‘There was no link, as far as we know, between the beach body and the clearing,’ Chrissy reminded them after the waitress departed.