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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

‘I’m not fucking with him.’ McNab hoped his tone now suggested honesty. ‘If you’re okay with him staying, I’ll deliver him myself tomorrow.’

‘He’s not a prisoner, you know.’

‘No, but he might be a victim if I don’t keep an eye on him.’

Her look suggested she was remembering the blood-soaked body in the alley and their attempts together to stem the flow.

‘You have to let me do my job,’ McNab said. ‘Semper vigilo: Keeping people safe.’

She gave him a thoughtful look then, and McNab hoped she was remembering that he had done that on a previous occasion for her.

‘Okay,’ she nodded. ‘You’ve got a key. It’s clean. Maybe not as clean as here, though.’

When she smiled at him, McNab knew he had won, for the moment.

40

Rhona spread the map out on the kitchen table.

Initially she’d thought to tell Alvis that she wanted to have a quiet couple of days at the cottage, but then it had struck her that he might turn up unexpectedly to find that wasn’t the case, so had decided instead to mention the walk.

And he’d bought it, she thought. Jamie and Lee would too, because she’d spent so much time doing exactly that since coming to Skye.

She hadn’t called Chrissy, just sent a text saying she was safely back and to enjoy her night with Donald. Any mention of not turning up in Portree she would keep until tomorrow.

Having made up her mind, she’d then eaten her baked potato and beans and helped herself to a second whisky before setting about packing for her trip.

The girl they called Seven had intimated that she planned to camp in the plantation until it was time to meet up with the others. Rhona wasn’t sure she believed her, but there was one way to find out.

When Rhona had first viewed the clearing, the girl had been patting the dog, her head bare. It was only when Rhona had come into view that she’d raised the hood on her cagoule. Nothing particularly odd about that and yet . . .

Rhona now brought up the images she’d taken when examining the locus in the woods. Her notes indicated that someone had impacted on the birch tree at around five feet from the ground. Of course, that didn’t say anything definitive about the height of the person involved. The impact would depend on how far someone had been from the tree prior to connecting with it. A tall person might have fallen from a distance or perhaps been only partly upright when they’d hit the trunk.

Alternatively, the damage might have happened to someone shorter, like a blonde girl of around five feet three inches tall.