Page 68 of Death on a Scottish Train

“I’m going to have one of us here until we solve the case,” he said.

“Do you think that’s necessary? Since they were unsuccessful, they probably won’t come back.”

“We have no way of knowing exactly what it was they were after. And it is for your safety, as well as Abigail and Tommy.”

I’d known him long enough to understand he wouldn’t back down.

“OK. I need to know who to call in order to get the security system on the autopsy lab fixed.”

“I’ve already taken care of it. They’ll be here in an hour. As will Henry. He’ll be working from your office today.”

I smiled. “Abigail will be happy about that.” After a moment, I asked, “Did they find any fingerprints or fibers from the person who broke in?”

“No. They wore gloves. We saw that in the security video.”

“Is there any way we can get into the autopsy suite?”

He shook his head. “Solid steel door, and with the mechanism jammed, it’s impossible. We tried a couple of times last night.”

There was a click at the back door, and we both stiffened. Ewan took a step forward, just as Abigail and Tommy came into the kitchen.

It was comical the way her eyes went wide at the sight of Ewan and then me. Her eyebrows went up, and Tommy, who was staring down at his handheld game bumped into her.

“I. Uh.”

“There was a break-in,” Ewan said quickly.

“Again?” She asked exasperated. “Why dinnae you call me, Em? I could have come and stayed with you. What did they take?”

“It was late, and I didn’t want to bother you,” I said. “As far as we know, they didn’t take anything.”

“That may be something you can help us with,” Ewan said. “Do you remember when you were going through Jacks’s clothing if there was anything of interest? Something maybe other than the lip balm?”

She blew out a breath. “If I did, it would be in the evidence bags in autopsy. I’ll go check.”

“You can’t get in,” I said, and then I explained what happened.

“Oh. Bother. Why can’t people mind their business? Do we think it’s the killer? That means the Doctor isn’t safe.” She constantly worried about me. I wasn’t sure the last time in my life I had someone who was so concerned with my welfare. All my new friends were like that. I was extremely lucky.

“I’m fine,” I said.

Ewan explained that there would be an around-the-clock watch until the killer was caught.

Her shoulders, which had bunched up with stress, eased down a few inches at the mention of Henry coming to work from the office.

“I thought with all the precautions we took after the last time, this wouldn’t happen.” She stared pointedly at Ewan.

“The security team will be back today, and I’m having them put more cameras in the office area, and back door near the autopsy room.”

She nodded.

“Do I get a say as to where cameras go in my home and business?” I asked.

They stared at me.

“OK, then. As long as they aren’t in the bedroom or bathroom, and as long as we are the only ones with access.”

“How did they get through the front door?”