Wounded Knights by V Clifford

Author:V Clifford [Clifford, V]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Inverardoch Press
Published: 2019-12-18T22:00:00+00:00

The following day she had hair clients. Pressure to get back to them was increasing exponentially. She missed them. Who among them might have connections to Edinburgh’s Catholic royalty? She made a call but there wasn’t any answer. She didn’t leave a message. She leafed through her paper diary. Got to be someone in there whose connections she could exploit. There was one woman with many connections, but she was unlikely to help, such was her devotion. Worth sending an email; that way she’d have the option of refusing. Sal’s death had thrown her and Mac together. Dinner almost every night was as good a way as any to catch-up but it was weird, and, delicious though it was, she wasn’t used to actually eating a proper meal at the end of every day. She was more of an eat-all-she-could at Bella’s when she was hungry, kind of person. Then she’d go days on oatcakes and not much else. If she was going to spend more time in the country she’d have to find another way of having her food needs met, and be careful not to slip into habits with Mac that would be difficult to get out of. She countered this with the notion that Mac would soon get bored with the current inequality of cooking, although he had said it was therapeutic since she always did the washing-up.

She emailed another couple of hair clients. As Viv waited for their replies Mollie whimpered and trotted to the study door. She heard tyres on the gravel outside. They both went down to open the door. Mac stood in the porch with a familiar bag of groceries under one arm and a file of papers in the other.

‘I come bearing info and food.’

‘Great combo. Want a hand?’

He handed her the file. ‘That’s more your kinda thing than what’s in here. It might go some way to answering the shooter’s motive.’

She took the file and began to leaf through it. Each page was marked with a red ‘Secret’ stamp. She smiled. He’d get his arse kicked if anyone found out he’d copied these and brought them out of the office. She rubbed his arm. ‘You’re a good man. On the right side of the angels.’

‘Tell that to my mother. She thinks otherwise.’

He dumped the groceries on the worktop.

‘What’s for dinner?’

‘Aubergine Parmigiano.’

She raised her eyebrows.

‘You got a problem with that?’

‘God, no. Sounds fab. But we carry on like this I’ll be the size of a house.’

He shook his head. ‘Trust me. The amount of energy you expend there’s no chance. You could power your own electricity.’

She ignored this and laid the file on the kitchen table while Mac made a fuss of Mollie.

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