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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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  10. 4
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

‘We need to make the MOD give out further information on Private Galbraith and the team he was with in Afghanistan,’ Rhona said, ‘in case the repercussions of it may be playing out here on Skye. The girl told us they had another seventy-two hours on the island before they headed for Glasgow. Of course, she may have been lying. We need to find out from the MOD when Private Galbraith was due to report for duty.’

‘I’ve already spoken to DI Wilson about that.’ Janice suddenly remembered something. ‘Oh, and Alvis is back from Raasay. He heard the news on the death of the climber and wanted to know if it was linked to the case. He’s asked for a few days’ extra leave to see if he can help.’

Rhona found herself more than a little pleased to hear this. ‘Has he viewed the photo of Private Galbraith?’

‘He has and confirmed the same physical features, but he didn’t get a close-up like Donald. And the face is unrecognizable.’

‘So he didn’t spot the neck tattoo?’ McNab said.

‘No.’

‘Then we’ll have to rely on the MOD for a DNA response?’

‘The boss is on it,’ Janice assured him.

‘Where’s Alvis staying?’ Rhona asked.

‘At MacNab’s,’ Janice told her. ‘The Isles is full with our lot.’

‘MacNab’s?’ McNab’s own face was a picture at this.

‘The Royal Hotel near the harbour. Their pub’s called MacNab’s.’

‘You have your own pub on Skye,’ Chrissy said, impressed. ‘You should be staying there.’

‘I’ll stick where I am,’ McNab said suspiciously.

Rhona wondered if his response could have anything to do with Alvis being there and smiled at Chrissy, who couldn’t resist it. ‘I hear there’s an excellent whisky bar at MacNab’s. You could share one with Alvis.’

McNab chose not to respond. Probably a wise move.

Emerging from the station, Rhona sought a moment alone with Chrissy.

‘Are you headed back with Donald tonight?’

‘I am,’ Chrissy said.

‘Can you get him to call me? I want to ask his advice.’

‘About what?’ Chrissy said, her curiosity awakened.

Rhona shook her head. ‘If it’s worth anything, you’ll be the first to know.’

She smiled as she watched the ever-gallous Chrissy pointedly overtake the more cautious McNab en route to the Isles. Seeing them both safely inside, Rhona set off in the opposite direction.

McNab might not want to encounter Alvis again, but Rhona was keen to see the Norwegian inspector.

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The last time she’d seen Alvis, he’d had difficulty disguising his concern for her. Who could blame him after seeing her meltdown in the plantation?