Page 53 of Death at a Scottish Halloween

After he left, I found Ewan in my kitchen going through my fridge.

“Help yourself.” I laughed.

“Sorry, I missed lunch and dinner. Between the event tonight and everything else. My meal was interrupted at the pub earlier.”

“If you don’t mind cheese pizza, I can help you out.” It was the only thing I knew how to cook in the AGA.

“If you don’t mind?”

“Of course, not. To be honest, I could do with a piece or two myself.”

I set about making the meal.

“Do you mind if I make myself a decaf?”

“You know my coffee maker is your coffee maker. I mean technically, everything in this house, except my clothes, pretty much belongs to you.”

Ewan and the town provided my home and office and many of my meals.

“You know I don’t like you to think of it that way,” he grumbled.

“I don’t. But it’s the truth. Oh, and I have some leftover scones for dessert. I discovered if you heat them up for twenty seconds in the microwave, they’re like new.”

He chuckled at that.

It didn’t take long before the pizza was bubbling hot, and I pulled it out of the oven.

“I stopped by the B&B. Elsie was playing with the doll you gave her. She made a point of making sure that I told the doctor lady she was her favorite.”

I smiled. “I feel so bad for them. As a doctor, I try not to get too close, but it’s tough sometimes.”

“I know what you mean.”

“One person I don’t feel sorry for is the one who just left. I know you like facts, but there is something off about that guy.”

He grinned. “What do you call them, your spidey senses?”

I laughed. “You’re learning.”

“So our first victim really was going to be a whistleblower,” he said. “He’d gathered the evidence. We had a call earlier from his sister that his caravan had been ransacked, but we’d already gone through there. Whoever was looking for those files hadn’t found them.”

“So, you can share that with the press, right?”

“This isn’t one of your television shows. We have rules.”

I rolled my eyes. “But you will, right?”

“We’ll share them with the appropriate authorities.”

“I would tell the press. If people are suffering on those rigs, the world deserves to know.”

He sighed and gave me a look.

“I know. I know. Rules.”

“And his alibi is holding up, so far. I’ll chat with him again tomorrow. I heard you shared the info about the ring,” he said.

I made a face. “I figured you’d mentioned it. If I was her husband, I would have told her right away. For them, that was a huge find. It doesn’t make sense.”