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

‘Okay, Sergeant. See what you can find out about this medic.’

As McNab made for the door, another question followed him.

‘How’s your patient?’

The question caught McNab off guard, because he wasn’t sure how much the boss knew regarding the incident in the alley, and he also had plans of his own regarding Prince Harry. Plans he didn’t want to reveal as yet.

‘He’ll live, sir,’ McNab offered cautiously.

‘Has he given us anything on his attacker?’

‘Claims he stabbed himself and dropped the knife down a drain.’

‘Does that sound plausible to you?’

McNab couldn’t lie. ‘No, sir.’

‘Could it be a turf war?’

‘Maybe.’

‘Keep me informed, Sergeant,’ DI Wilson ordered, before answering the phone ringing insistently on his desk.

McNab allowed himself a small sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him. He hadn’t formulated how he planned to play Prince Harry, and he didn’t want any possible moves forbidden in advance.

Next visit was to Ollie, but never without offerings. McNab made a quick trip to the canteen, settling on two sugar-coated ring doughnuts for his bespectacled accomplice and two black coffees. He’d never worked out Ollie’s schedule, because he always seemed to be at work in front of his screens.

As he was again today.

Catching sight of McNab, Ollie pointedly checked out the contents of the paper bag he was handed.

‘How did you know?’ he said with a grin.

‘I have my spies,’ McNab said, recalling Maria behind the counter’s advice.

‘The girl with the red hair?’ Ollie said shyly.

‘She’s got a definite soft spot for you.’

Ollie blinked behind his glasses, a small flush finding his cheeks.

‘Fuck’s sake, Ollie, you’ve done nothing about it?’

‘I help her with her social media, Instagram, that sort of thing.’

‘Ask her round to your place next time, so she can see your big screen set-up,’ McNab advised. ‘But tidy the place up first. I remember the night I slept on your couch. Once I found it,’ he added, thinking he was one to talk about a tidy flat.

Since Ellie had moved back to her own place, he’d let things slide. Slide? The place was a pigsty.

‘So what can I do you for, Detective Sergeant?’

‘Pete Galbraith. Here’s his email address. He’s supposedly an army medic on leave, currently somewhere on Skye, we think. He used his credit card to book rooms for himself and four others at the Isles Inn, Portree.’

Ollie gave a small nod. ‘Has this got anything to do with Dr MacLeod?’

‘It does,’ McNab said.

‘Then I’ll start on it right away. How’s Dr MacLeod doing?’

‘Better, I think,’ McNab said, hoping it was true.

Ollie looked pleased by that. ‘She coming back soon, then?’

‘I’m working on it,’ McNab promised.