Page 101 of Death on a Scottish Train

They had both refused to stay in the patient suites in the back of the office, and I wasn’t about to let them go home alone, as they had concussions from the head injuries.

Since I had to keep an eye on both of them, I’d agreed we could all watch a television show to help them relax.

Meanwhile, I’d set my alarm to wake them up every few hours. And I’d sent Abigail home.

Ewan insisted on staying and settled down on the big cushy chair next to the sofa and put his feet on the ottoman.

His anger was palpable.

“Yell at me. Just get it over with,” I said.

“You could have been killed. The people closest to you could have died, as well. How many times do I have to tell you not to snoop on your own?”

“You also say there is power in numbers. I didn’t go alone like I have in the past. And my snooping, as you like to call it, did pay off. There is something going on with the assistant and the ex-girlfriend. So, you can bring them in for questioning.”

“Right. And we will. Henry already has them in separate cells. I thought a night in jail might loosen their tongues tomorrow.”

“Technically, they weren’t breaking and entering since the assistant has a key.”

“Right, but she had no business being there on a Saturday night, and she knows it. Also, the offices are considered a crime scene. There was tape up before they broke in.”

“Ah, there is that.”

“Stop deflecting,” he said.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” I countered.

“The part about where you could have all been killed.”

I sighed. The last thing I wanted to do was put my friends in danger.

“I dinnae like it when Mum and Da fight,” Mara complained.

“I’m with her,” Jasper said sleepily.

I may have laughed, which meant Ewan stared daggers at me while I pretended to watch the show.

What tonight had shown me was that yes, Davina and Catherine were in on something together.

But what we hadn’t counted on was a third party, who didn’t care who they hurt.

That might have been the scariest bit of information yet because we had no idea who that might be.

Sunday was the last day of the festival. While it had been a fun week, we were all exhausted. Mara and Jasper left early that morning, promising to let me know if they had any adverse effects from being zapped the night before.

The winners from the Highland Games would be announced around noon, and I planned to be there. I hadn’t slept much, since I’d been keeping an eye on my friends. I dosed up on some espresso, promising myself a nap before the dance later that night.

Ewan always threw a huge party on his estate, and the whole town would be there, along with the end of summer tourists who had come to the events.

Hungry, I headed down to the pub for a quick breakfast.

I was surprised to see Davina and Catherine in a corner booth, whispering to one another. I thought they would still be in jail. But what was even more surprising was the way the victim’s sister, Kaitlyn, gave them a narrow-eyed look from a table a few feet away.

Did she know they were trying to find her brother’s special accounts that he’d set aside for her? Had she been the one who attacked my friends? From the look in her eyes, I had a feeling she could taser the two women she stared at without pause.

Mr. Wilson, Mara’s grandad, came out of the kitchen with a full Scottish breakfast and a cup of coffee. He set it all down before me.

“How did you know this is exactly what I wanted?”