By M.C. Beaton
Books 1-27 within the Hamish Macbeth series.
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No, he could not see who was driving. The police were excited. They felt it was only a matter of time before they caught the killer. There was no CCTV inside the hotel bar, but they had a full description of the woman with Philomena. “Fix yourself a drink, darling,” called the woman who had helped to kidnap Philomena. ” She went into the bathroom. She removed pads from her cheeks and layers of foam rubber which had given her a plump figure. She would have removed them immediately after Philomena had gone to her death but he had said to wait until they were back in Edinburgh.
Demanded Philomena. “Just a friend,” said Milly. “Now, listen to me,” said Philomena, looming over her. “My brother believed in people knowing their place. ” Milly sighed. ” Philomena slowly backed away. “I’m going to my room,” she said. She felt suddenly nervous. What did she really know of Milly? Tolly had retreated to his police car and started the engine and heater running. When he felt warm again, he switched the engine off. He had hidden the police car a little way down the hill where he could still get a good view of the house.
The wind had got up and was blowing around the house. Plop! Plop! Plop! Milly stiffened. What was that noise? A leaky tap in the kitchen? No, the noise seemed to be coming from the fireplace. Darkness was falling. She got up and switched on all the lights. Plop! The noise was coming from the fireplace. She walked over to it and stared. Something dark was falling in drips onto the paper. The chimney was old. If you bent down and looked up it, you could see the sky. Perhaps it was rain. She caught a drop on the back of her hand and then held her hand under a lamp on a table by the fireside.