Page 9 of Death on a Scottish Train

“I’m too wired to sleep, and Tommy is cared for at Ewan’s. I’ll be helping you run the labs,” Abigail said in her matter-of-fact way.

I’d learned from experience that it was no use arguing with her. Also, she was twice as fast as I would ever be with the equipment we had. In my defense, she had a great deal more experience with it.

When we walked out of the office, we found Mara curled up on one of the benches with her eyes closed.

I touched her shoulder, and she jumped.

“You’re OK,” I said. “Why didn’t you go home and go to bed?”

She cleared her throat. “I know it isn’t my fault, but I feel responsible. I mean, I’m head of the committee who pulled this event together.”

“You aren’t responsible,” Ewan said from behind me. “It may not even have been murder.”

Her eyes went wide. “Really? So, he put himself in that cupboard?”

I covered my laugh with my hand. She made a good point. One I’d mentioned earlier.

“Right. We need a key,” he said. “We’ll close up after we’ve finished. You head home.”

Mara glanced at me.

“Abigail and I are heading back to my practice. There’s nothing more we can do here.”

“OK,” Mara said as she followed us out.

Jasper was asleep in his van.

“Why is he still here?” I asked.

“He thought we might need a ride back down the mountain,” Abigail said.

“More than likely he wanted in on the gossip,” Mara added.

He jumped when Mara opened the passenger side door.

“Are you finished?”

“For now,” I said climbing into the back of his catering van. “Do you mind giving us a ride down the mountain?”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“I said it was because you’d want all the juicy facts about the case,” Mara said.

He chuckled. “Well, I’m a part of the Dr. Em Scooby gang, so yes.” That’s what my friends started calling themselves after helping with my first case almost a year ago.

We’d been through a lot together since then, and they were more like family now.

“True,” I said. “But you know how Ewan feels about sharing information on cases.”

He started up the van. “But it isn’t like I’m going to say anything.”

That was true. The man could keep a secret.

“Did you by chance know the deceased?” I asked him.

“Do you have a picture?”

Abigail leaned forward and showed him a picture from the digital camera she used for crime scenes.