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  1. Cover
  2. Time for the Dead
  3. Dedication page
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph page
  6. Prologue
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

Plus, he and Ellie were bound to be back on good terms, if he managed to explain his stupid actions the other night.

Parking up, he stowed his helmet and entered the big glass-fronted building. The new Harley headquarters on the outskirts of Edinburgh he knew to be grand, but there was no matching the Glasgow shop. He entered and headed for the desk, but before he got a chance to ask for Ellie, he’d already been spotted and someone was ringing through to the customizing area where she worked.

‘Ellie says to go to the cafe and she’ll see you there.’

McNab didn’t need to be told twice to get himself a caffeine fix, so he headed for the cafe as ordered. Settled with a double espresso, he sent Rhona and Chrissy a message that Harry had given a full statement and that it looked like the medics were caught up in some way with the shipments of heroin from Afghanistan.

Harry’s in custody for his own safety, and we’re bringing in Malky and charging him with the knife attack . . . as soon as we find him.

Having sent the text, McNab looked up to find Ellie standing before him, causing, as usual, his heart to skip a couple of beats. He tried to read her expression, but it seemed neutral, which might be good, but then again, it might not be. He was never sure of his ability to read women, having failed on numerous occasions with Rhona, and now with Ellie.

‘Can I get you a coffee?’ he offered.

She nodded an okay, and he felt his anxiety lessen a little. When he arrived back she had settled herself at the table.

‘How’s Harry?’ she immediately asked.

Glad to be on positive ground, McNab told her as much as he was allowed. ‘He asked to stay overnight at the station.’

‘I told him to come back to my place,’ Ellie said sharply.

‘It’s too dangerous for that now, Ellie. We’ll put him in a safe house until we break this thing open.’

She thought about that for a moment, then accepted his reasoning with a quick nod. When the silence extended a little too long, she broke it with the question he’d been anticipating.

‘Are you planning to say anything about why you didn’t come back that night?’

‘I am,’ McNab said, sitting back in the chair and meeting her questioning gaze head-on. ‘I didn’t come back because I’m an arse, and having lost Harry, I couldn’t face you. Of course, had I come home as promised, I would have discovered that I hadn’t lost Harry.’

His honesty appeared to be working because he thought he saw a relieved smile twitch at the corner of her mouth.