Banks got a letter on Saturday morning, and took it along to the mess to show the sarge and Wiggins. He got a round in, a pie and a pint for each of them, then took out a photograph to show them. On the back, it had a date: time stamp of early morning of the day before, and a handwritten message.
“She’s back. Love, Sandy Seton.”
Banks turned it over to show them the other side. It was a photograph of the loch, under a heavy gray sky. The photograph looked grainy, slightly out of focus, and there was no sense of scale.
But the three dark humps were clearly visible.
The End