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  1. Cover
  2. Time for the Dead
  3. Dedication page
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph page
  6. Prologue
  7. 1
  8. 2
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  10. 4
  11. 5
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

Alvis slipped the mobile back in his pocket. Across the way, it appeared the police station had shut its doors for the night. Maybe that’s why Rhona had called him and not Sergeant MacDonald.

She was right. Her job here was done, as was Chrissy’s, although Chrissy would be reluctant to go if that meant leaving Rhona behind.

He thought again of the recent incident in the plantation. As far as he knew, Rhona was unaware that he had seen it, hence the lie about how her hands were bloodied. Whatever she’d relived in that moment amongst the tightly packed trees had, he assumed, come from her time in captivity.

As his mood settled into one of gloom, Alvis rose and, leaving the square, made for the harbour, intent on using the scenery and the sea smells to remind him of home. Whatever he’d hoped to achieve here on Skye was over. As much as he wished good health on Dr MacLeod, he wasn’t in a position to personally deliver it.

Only time might do that.

39

On opening the door, McNab was besieged by a smell he didn’t encounter often in his flat: cleanliness – which, he decided, reminded him of his home as a boy. No dirty dishes stacked in and around the sink, no remains of half-eaten ready meals.

Breathing it all in, he wandered between the main room, bedroom and bathroom. The scummy sink and shower had been rendered a glistening white. Damp smelly towels removed and replaced with fresh. The bedding had been changed too. Where had all the dirty stuff gone?

McNab eventually found it in the dryer and, captivated by his new-look home, proceeded to fold everything and put it in the airing cupboard, which had also been tidied.

So this was what a deep clean looked like. It was worth it, McNab decided, whatever the price. Good old DS Clark, who’d furnished him with the number for Clean It! Enterprises and would have to be congratulated and rewarded for her efforts.

McNab grinned when he opened the fridge door to discover the basics had also been supplied. Stocking your fridge. An added extra.

Sitting on the table was a note from the guardian angel who had transformed his home, to say if he required a weekly tidy-up he should give Darren at Clean It! a call, as it would be his pleasure to pop in once a week for a refresh.

McNab now took advantage of the clean shower and the fresh towels. After which he studied the Indian carry-out menu and ordered in tonight’s meal for two, making sure he chose mostly Ellie’s favourites.

His conversation with Prince Harry had resulted in an agreement of sorts which would happen tomorrow when he was discharged. Ellie, somewhat mollified by McNab’s attempts to get things right, had agreed to come round after tonight’s shift at the Rock Cafe.