Page 36 of Death on a Scottish Train

“Do you have any other siblings?”

“No. He was the last bit of family I had left. I will say I’m sorry he is dead. He was my family. But I have had a difficult time forgiving hisactions. He didn’t seem to care about the trouble he’d caused me. He was like that. He never had an ounce of empathy. That is something I struggle with as well, but I have enough to know that he should have, at the very least, apologized.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“Do you think he was murdered by one of his clients? I could see that happening,” she said. “It is one thing to lose a family’s money, and quite another to lose a stranger’s.”

“I’m sure the ACC will be investigating the clients, and everyone else connected with your brother. And no one has said murdered, yet.”

“Yet? So, you do think that is what happened? It wasn’t just a bee sting?”

“I wish I had more information for you. Perhaps, the ACC will be able to shine a light on the situation.”

“I’d like to go see the ACC now.”

As much as I wanted to help Abigail with further testing, I had an idea.

“I’ll take you to the station,” I said. “I’m headed that way.”

“Do you really think it will be a few days before they allow me in his house?”

I nodded.

“Perhaps, you can give me a referral for a hotel or B&B if they have any here.”

“It is the busy time of year for tourists, but I’m sure we can find somewhere for you to stay.” I tore out a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote down the number for a B&B that was just a few blocks from the station.

“You might want to try here first. It’s quite charming. Mrs. Beatty is also known for her breakfast at the B&B.”

“Thank you,” she said as she took the paper. “I can walk to the police station. My brother told me nothing was very far away in Sea Isle.”

“He was right about that, but it is a trek up the mountain to where you need to go. And you have a suitcase. I’m headed that way. Give me a few minutes to let my assistant know that I’m leaving. I’ll be right back.”

I stuck my notebook into my purse and headed to the autopsy room to find Abigail. I let her know I was leaving and reminded her to go home and take some time off. Whatever tests she needed to run could wait until the next day.

“Tommy is still working in the garden. I might as well stay,” she said.

There was no talking her out of it if she had her mind set on something.

“OK. Let me know if you find anything else.”

“I will.”

After dropping off Kaitlyn, I headed over to the train station. The police tape was gone. I’d texted Mara, and she said the train had taken two of its three trips. The last of which was due in any minute.

I wanted to speak with some of the other storytellers to see if they could give me insight into our victim.

Inside, the office area was still taped off with crime scene tape. But I wasn’t concerned with that. We’d been all over the small space the day before.

“Hi Doc, last train has already gone out,” Mr. Garfield, the ticket taker said. He was one of my patients at the clinic. “It should be back any minute. I’m settling the books for the day.”

“I don’t want to bother you, but I have a few questions about Mr. Jacks, who died last night.”

“Aye? Can’t say I knew him well. Still, a sad business.”

“Did you two ever speak?”

He nodded. “A few times about the train. He was quite keen on the restoration. He wanted to know where we found our period paints. Had them mixed special, we did. The preservation society, who helped cover the costs, demanded it be identical to the original.”