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“Your boss up there tells me that you pinched another reporter’s copy for that piece on Braikie.”

“That was a mix-up.”

“Not the impression I got. Anyway, the interview’s off.”

“But…”

The phone went dead.

Pat sat there for a long time, and then he slowly drove off. To hell with the lot of them. He was going back to Ireland.

Hamish had kept a discreet eye on the Robertses all day. They had gone out twice to the shops and were now inside their villa. He drove back to Lochdubh and changed out of his uniform. He phoned Angela, with whom he had left Lugs earlier, and begged her to keep the dog overnight. Then he phoned Elspeth and asked if he could borrow her car.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I want to keep an eye on the Roberts house without being seen.”

“Only if I can come with you.”

“All right,” said Hamish reluctantly. “If they’ve really got Jenny, they’ll probably make a move to get rid of her during the night.”

He walked along to the newspaper office. Elspeth was just emerging. “You work late,” commented Hamish.

“Well, Pat did do some work, and now that he’s gone, I’m stuck with double the amount of stories as well as the astrology column. Then Mrs. Glennon over in Alness who does the cookery recipes is sick, so I had to do them as well.”

“Wasn’t that difficult? All the measures of stuff and so on?”

“I found an old Scottish cookery book in the office and pinched stuff out of that.”

“Plagiarism, Elspeth?”

“I suppose. It’s an awfully old book. I just hope I don’t get found out.”

Hamish got into Elspeth’s small car and they drove off. It was a cold, blustery evening with great clouds racing across a half moon.

“Do you really think the Robertses are the culprits?” asked Elspeth.

“I can’t think of anyone else. I mean, Jenny was seen leaving the police station.”

“If it was them, they were taking an awful risk, driving her car to the cliffs and sending it over. Any of the neighbours could have seen them driving off.”

“Most of the neighbors would have been asleep. Nobody heard anything, except for one who thought – just thought – he might have heard a car.”

“Let’s say it is them,” said Elspeth. “I wonder who sent that video to the community centre?”

“Aye, that’s the odd part of it.”

They drove on for a bit in silence.

“If I’m wrong about them,” said Hamish at last, “I won’t know where to begin.”

“I checked before I left the office,” said Elspeth. “They haven’t found any body in the sea. Heard from Priscilla?”

“Yes, she was worried because Jenny was claiming to be sick and she said that Jenny is never ill.”

“That’s hit one of my hopes on the head.”

“Which was?”

“That Jenny had got so scared with the murders or that someone had scared her and that she had simply taken off, leaving everything behind.”

“First pushing a car over a cliff?”

“Yes, it does sound stupid. But maybe she abandoned the car with the keys in it and some youths took it for a joyride.”

“Far-fetched.”

“Maybe, but I’m beginning to think our suspicions of the Robertses are far-fetched. To commit two, possibly three, murders and all because you don’t want anyone to know your child isn’t your own!”

“I sometimes think the land up here and the long black winters and the isolation twist people’s minds,” said Hamish. “The soil is thin and the rock is old and there are parts up here where something bad has happened, oh, maybe long ago, and you can feel a malignancy seeping out of the very ground.”

Elspeth gave a nervous laugh. “The old folks would say it’s the little people and give them an offering of iron and salt.”

They reached the coast road, drove past the row of villas where the Robertses lived, and parked at the end.

“What now?” asked Elspeth.

“We wait and hope.”

Jenny blinked in the light as the cupboard door swung open. Cyril Roberts reached in with powerful arms and pulled her out onto the landing. He raised a sharp knife and Jenny’s eyes dilated with terror. But he stooped and cut the rope round her ankles and hoisted her to her feet. “Walk!” he ordered.

Jenny took a few steps, but she was so weak with hunger and from the blow to her head that she would have fallen if he had not held her up.

Mary Roberts appeared. “Help me down the stairs with her,” said Cyril.

“All this effort,” grumbled Mary. “Why are we keeping her alive?”

“Because when we drop her in the quarry, I want her found with water in her lungs from drowning. Then they can maybe think she committed suicide.”

“She smells.”

“She hasn’t been to the toilet. What do you expect?”

Jenny was dragged down to the living room and dumped on a chair, but not before Mary, with housewifely concern for her furniture, had put newspapers down on it first.

“When do we move?” she asked.

“Another hour yet.”

“Look out of the front door and make sure that copper isn’t lurking about.”

Cyril went to the front door, opened it, and looked up and down the road. Elspeth’s small black car was parked under the shadow of a drooping laburnum tree and he did not see it.

He went back in. “All clear,” he said.

Elspeth’s eyes began to droop. Her head slowly fell sideways and rested on Hamish’s shoulder and soon she was asleep. Hamish felt tired himself. The warm weight of Elspeth resting against him was making him feel drowsy. For once there was no wind and the night was quiet.

In his mind, Hamish was suddenly up on the River Anstey on a clear sunny day. Priscilla was walking along beside him, the sunlight glinting on her blonde hair. He felt warm and happy. They were together at last. He heard the sound of a car and frowned in his sleep at the idea of intruders. And then he was awake as the Robertses’ car drove past him.

Hamish shook Elspeth awake. “They’re off and I missed them. I fell asleep. Follow them at a distance, and you’ll need to drive without lights. The minute they stop, cut your engine so they don’t hear ours.”

Elspeth let in the clutch and moved off, praying that whichever one of the Robertses was driving would not look in the driving mirror and spot them. The car in front headed out of Braikie on the Lochdubh Road.

“It’s all twists and turns now,” said Hamish, “so we can keep fairly close without them spotting us.”

“Where do you think they’re going?” asked Elspeth.

“I’m trying to think. If they’ve got Jenny and want rid of her, you’d think the sensible thing would be to take her to the cliffs where the car went over and drop her body in the sea. Then it would be assumed she was in it when it went over.”

“But forensics would surely discover she had been killed later.”

“They’re not magicians. Once a body’s been in the sea for a bit, battered by rocks and eaten by fish, there wouldn’t be much left to say when she was killed.”

Hamish took out his mobile phone. “I’m calling for backup,” he said. “If they haven’t got Jenny, I’ll look a fool, but it’s worth the risk.”

He phoned Strathbane and explianed his suspicions and why he was following the Robertses on the Lochdubh Road. Elspeth turned a bend in the road. “Hamish,” she said, “I’ve a feeling they’ve gone.”

“Stop the car!” Hamish peered out into the darkness. He rolled down the window and listened. “There’s the sound of a car up on the hill to the left. That’s the old quarry, the one that’s filled with water. That’s where they’ve gone.”