Continental Chase: A DCI MacBain Scottish Crime Thriller (DCI MacBain Scottish Crimes Book 8) by Oliver Davies

Author:Oliver Davies [Davies, Oliver]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

In the days that had gone by since Fletcher bugged Brendan McGuire’s phone, she hadn’t heard anything special about the special investigator from MI5’s phone calls, and there hadn’t even been so much as a conversation between McGuire and Reynolds.

Fletcher had let the Friday deadline that McGuire gave her to close Eleanor MacBain’s death as a suicide come and go. She called in sick the day before on Friday morning to avoid his wrath, and she was hoping that his fury would trip him up in the form of an irate phone call with Reynolds.

Fletcher was trying to make most of her Saturday afternoon and stop herself from going demented. It had been and was set to continue to be a long weekend for her if McGuire didn’t take the bait.

Fletcher was at Clark Roberts’ golf course, hitting some balls at the driving range. She found it helped her process, and there was a lot to process. There were other golf courses in Inverness to choose from, but Fletcher was at Clark Roberts’ because she felt closer to MacBain there due to the Lord Battersby murder case they’d worked in the area the previous year.

Where are you, MacBain? Fletcher wondered as she smacked another ball cleanly off the tee, with a force that defied her size and the wind that had picked up and was blowing dark grey clouds ominously close.

The driving range was at the back of the Battersby estate, and Fletcher cast her eyes over the woods at the edge of the golf course to the manor house and thought about how much she missed MacBain.

She balanced another ball on her tee, had a practice swing, rotated her hips, and as she was bringing the club down towards the ball, her phone rang, distracting her enough that she sliced the ball to the left in the direction of the Battersby estate.

Under normal circumstances, Fletcher’s phone ringing wouldn’t have affected her as much, but her phone was set to ring whenever McGuire made a phone call with his phone she bugged.

Fletcher dropped her club and frantically got her phone out of her pocket. Looking at the screen, she sighed with disappointment that McGuire wasn’t making such a call.

Maybe McGuire knows I bugged his phone, Fletcher thought as she was about to answer the phone.

“DCS Fletcher,” Fletcher said.

“Good afternoon, Detective Fletcher,” a woman said in a surgery sweet, wholesome as they come voice. “It’s Cathleen McCallister from the Highland Birdwatching Group.”

Cathleen McCallister was in charge of the group. When Fletcher found out that they had a clubhouse in Daviot woods, she asked Cathleen to check their cameras and call her if they caught anything out of the ordinary in Daviot Wood the night Eleanor MacBain died.

“Hi Cathleen, do you have news for me?”

“I do. I checked our cameras in the woods like you asked me to yesterday, and I’ve found something that isn’t a bird.”

“What have you found?”

“A vehicle driving near the woods in the evening on Friday the 11th of June, when Mrs MacBain took her own life.

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