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PART FOUR: Clyde may have defended her honour but his disappearance worries Rosin
ROSALIE’S heart was pounding. Tall and formidable in dark coat and breeches, Thomas Charrel stood in the chapel doorway, his eyes on her for what seemed an age. His expression was grim, his gaze as co
MARIANNE groaned as the sound of the shutters being pushed open woke her from a fitful sleep. She half-opened her eyes, but the sun streaming in was too strong. Turning over, she buried her face in th
FROM its oak panelling to the worn leather chairs, the room was oddly old fashioned. Rather like Ralph Draper himself, Dolly observed, glancing around the private detective’s office. She hadn’t expect
Neither Daisy nor Lucinda had realised how swapping lives would change everything
THE small wooden sign that read “Kinlochbay Station” swayed in the winter wind. Elspeth MacKenzie hurried along the platform, her father’s pocket watch clutched in her gloved hand. Five minutes to the
THOMAS CHARREL sat on horseback, motionless beneath the old oak tree. He had his pistol in his belt, his knife tucked into his boot, and was waiting, every sense alert. The oak stood where two ancient