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

‘Looks like the cliffs won,’ Alvis said.

‘Or she’s heading for Ramasaig or Waterstein and civilization?’ Rhona said, her hopes rising.

‘There’s a lot of coastline before we get to there,’ Alvis said. He glanced at Blaze, now back on the job in earnest. ‘And we’ll be close to the cliff edge in places. What about the dog?’

‘I checked with Donald, he says Blaze is completely reliable near cliffs.’

‘Let’s hope we prove to be as well trained,’ Alvis said with a wry smile.

The two great precipices of Ramasaig Cliff and Waterstein Head dominated the view ahead as they made their way nearer to the beak-like cliffs of Gob na Hoe rising 600 feet from the sea. Bog had given way to grass underfoot and there was even the trace of a path, which Blaze was very interested in following.

Had they been there for any reason other than the one that drove them on, Rhona would have been constantly stopping to admire the views. The weather had remained cold but the sky was clear and the low light from a winter sun created an eerily beautiful landscape.

Looking back, they could now make out the sharp silhouette of MacLeod’s Maidens rising in jagged pinnacles from the sea and, beyond them, the snow-topped wonder of the Cuillin.

But the winter light would soon run out. The dog, Rhona knew, wouldn’t be put off by a lack of daylight, but she and Alvis increased their chances of an accident on the rough ground, even using their head torches.

‘We’ll have to make camp soon,’ Alvis suggested. ‘We should probably look for some shelter too. We’re pretty exposed up here.’

‘We’re not that far from Ramasaig,’ Rhona said. ‘If we don’t locate her before, we’ll camp in the bay.’

Her hopes of locating Seven today were fading, despite the efforts of Blaze. She checked her mobile, but there was still no signal, although there might be a chance of one when they reached the tiny township.

Somehow Rhona didn’t think Seven would have chosen to camp anywhere near the suggestion of civilization, however meagre it might be, so the fact she appeared to be heading in that direction seemed odd.

Her thoughts were proved correct shortly afterwards, when Blaze left the path and made his way towards the cliff edge.

Her heart skipped a beat and despite Donald’s assurances that Blaze was surefooted, she shouted, ‘Blaze, here to me.’

It was at this point that, instead of responding, Blaze suddenly dropped from sight.

68

The downtown traffic was light and, having chosen to visit the Harley shop by bike, easy to negotiate. McNab didn’t exactly have a smile on his face, but inside he was mightily pleased. Harry had come up trumps and maybe, just maybe, this whole business was beginning to unravel.