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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
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

He brought up Ellie’s number and listened as it rang out. When there was no response, he left a message. ‘I’m on my way to the station to see Harry. Be there shortly.’

‘Did Ellie Macmillan bring him in?’ McNab asked.

The driver shot him a look that suggested he knew all about DS McNab and his biker chick Ellie Macmillan. ‘Can’t say. Wasn’t there when he arrived. My job was to pick you up and get you there. How was Skye?’

‘Cold and wet,’ was all McNab could manage.

‘Much the same as Glasgow,’ came the reply.

Oh no, it bloody well isn’t, McNab thought, gazing fondly on his home turf.

On entry to the station, the desk sergeant told him he was wanted in DI Wilson’s office. Expecting nothing less, McNab headed there, although he would have dearly liked to take a look at Harry McArthur first.

He didn’t get time for the statutory knock. The boss, expecting him, opened the door on his approach. He tried to gauge the mood by the boss’s expression, but as always it was impenetrable.

‘DS McNab, welcome back. How was your visit to Skye?’

‘Short,’ McNab said.

‘You think you’ve found Private Galbraith?’

‘It looks like that, sir. Although we still need DNA confirmation from the MOD to be certain.’

‘A delicate operation, but we’re working on it. I expect they’re as keen to know whether they’ve lost a serving officer to the Cuillin of Skye as we are.’

‘Do we know when he was due to report for duty, sir?’

‘We don’t, yet. Nor have we been given the names of the other medics who were on Skye with him.’

‘Why the obstruction, sir?’

‘The MOD would see it as a cautious evaluation of the situation.’

‘Can I ask if they know about Harry McArthur, sir?’

The boss shook his head. ‘Former soldiers living on the streets are not high up on their priorities, I suspect. Although should such a former soldier give us information regarding the supply line of heroin from Afghanistan, that will have to change.’

‘I understand Inspector Olsen has some information regarding Private Galbraith’s last stint out there?’

The boss scrutinized him. ‘He has. And perhaps we’ll get more from that source. But our hope lies with Harry.’ He paused. ‘I’ve had the full story of his removal from the hospital in advance of your arrangement to pick him up.’

McNab wondered just what the full story entailed. Ellie, he knew, wasn’t one to spare the details, maybe even the morning sex.

‘She did it, she says, because she feared you had other plans for Harry, rather than the ones you’d agreed on.’

McNab wasn’t sure if that was a question, but decided he probably had to give some sort of response.

‘I had deep reservations about Ellie giving him house room, but I couldn’t forbid—’