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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
  13. 7
  14. 8
  15. 9
  16. 10
  17. 11
  18. 12
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
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  40. 34
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  46. 40
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  88. 82
  89. 83
  90. 84
  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

As the boss raised an eyebrow at the word forbid, McNab quickly amended it to dissuade her.

‘Indeed. And she did not break any law by picking him up at the hospital. Harry was a victim of a crime, not a perpetrator.’

McNab thought of the wasted hours he’d spent imagining someone like Malky picking Harry up and, worse still, Harry’s body deposited somewhere around Glasgow.

‘If you had gone straight home as planned that night, you would have learned where he was, Detective Sergeant.’

It sounded like a telling-off, and McNab wondered if he’d been spotted in an inebriated state and word had got back to the boss.

‘I did go home, sir, but by then Ellie had gone.’

‘So you went round to her place in the middle of the night and—’

It was obvious Ellie hadn’t spared any of the details, so McNab finished the sentence for him, ‘and posted a note through her letter box.’

The boss was looking at him with what might be the ghost of a smile.

‘I learned many years ago from Margaret that it was better to tell her the bad stuff. Not full details, of course, but enough so that we were honest with each other.’

McNab, taken aback at the mention of the boss’s recently deceased wife, someone he had truly admired, muttered a ‘sorry, sir’.

‘Sorry for what, Detective? That my wife is dead or that you can’t find it in yourself to be straight with your current partner?’

‘Both, sir,’ McNab said honestly.

‘So. How does your professional partner, DS Clark, fare on Skye?’

McNab, relieved to move to another topic, explained where they’d got to on interviewing the locals.

‘You suspect it might be an inside job?’

‘They hated Watson. No doubt about that. He messed with them once before. Screwed up a few lives. They weren’t happy to see him out of jail and back on the island.’

‘A vigilante killing on Skye?’ DI Wilson didn’t look convinced. ‘Any direct link between this Snowman character and the medics?’

‘None, sir. And no one’s come forward to report a sighting of Watson anywhere on the island, prior to his body being found on the foreshore at Kilt Rock. The medics, or at least Galbraith, was suspected of taking cocaine in the toilet of the Isles bar the last night the group was seen together.’

‘And the question of a stash in the woods behind A.C.E Target Sports?’

McNab was seriously impressed by the grasp the boss had of all the threads in the case, some of which he was struggling with.

‘Rhona treated it as a crime scene, and the soil did contain evidence of that as a possibility.’

‘Right,’ the boss said. ‘It’s time you talked to Harry.’

64

Rhona listened in disbelief.