Page 7 of Death on a Scottish Train

“I checked him off with the others. He was supposed to be on the second rotation and was telling 1930s detective stories set on trains.”

“Do you remember seeing him get on the train?”

She shook her head. “I was working by the front door at the station as guests came in and I marked them off. Once he went past me, I don’t know what happened. Two of the other volunteers were passing out the programs. We can ask them if they remember seeing him.”

“We will. So, after you checked him in, you don’t remember seeing him?”

“No. I can’t believe someone killed him here. I mean, the place was packed. How did that even happen?”

I chewed on my lip. “I have no idea. Once Abigail gets here, I can start examining the body, and that will help us create a better timeline.”

“You think he was murdered, don’t you?”

I sighed.

“Please, tell me. I saw him in the closet.”

“Again, I can’t say for sure until I’ve sorted him and the scene.”

There was a bustling at the door. Some of Ewan’s officers filtered into the station.

One of them was Henry, who was Abigail’s boyfriend. He was a kind soul but also a good policeman.

“Doctor, Ewan said you had a suspicious death,” he said seriously.

“We do,” I said. “I’m waiting for Abigail to return with my kit. Do you by chance have some gloves on you?”

“Aye.” He pulled out a box from the backpack he carried and handed it to me.

“Once I examine the body, I’ll need your techs to go over the scene. Though, you know Abigail will be pulling prints and hopefully some DNA as well.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“We’re here,” Abigail said as she hurried through the door. “I brought you a suit to wear,” she said. “I dinnae think you’d want to get your nice dress messed up.”

She’d already changed into jeans and a sweater, or jumper, as they called them here.

I took the hazard suit and booties from her and went into the restroom to change.

When I came back out, my attention was drawn to the center of the room where Ewan stood. He was dressed in a tuxedo, looking extremely attractive in his tall-dark-and-handsome way.

My throat went dry. Wherever he’d been, he’d had to dress up. Was he on a date?

I sighed. Why should I care?

I wasn’t ready to examine that answer quite yet.

When Henry nodded toward me, Ewan turned the full force of his gaze on me.

He looked like something out of some gorgeous men’s magazine. It wasn’t fair for a man to be that handsome.

I cleared my throat.

He held up a hand. “Tell me everything.”

Chapter Three

Since anyone who might have been a suspect was long gone, Ewan decided to help Abigail and me with the initial examination. Once that was done, we’d transport the body to my office.