Ian's Rose by Suzan Tisdale

Author:Suzan Tisdale
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-08-25T21:00:00+00:00

THEY RUSHED BACK to the camp just as two McLaren men were bringing Eggar. With great care, they placed the litter on the long table; their crestfallen expressions were enough to bring tears to even the most hardened man.

Sniffing back a tear, Albert McLaren stepped away from the table. “His neck be broken, m’laird,” he said in a low, hushed tone. “It looks as though he tripped and fell in.”

Ian scanned the crowd for a brief moment before giving a quick examination of Eggar’s cold, lifeless body. His clothing was soaked clear to his skin. It hadn’t rained since last night, not long after the midnight hour. He must have gone back to the quarry sometime after the evening meal the night before.

What in the bloody hell was he doing at the quarry at that late hour? Suspicion began to form in his mind. Eggar was neither a drunkard nor a fool. Something had to have drawn him to the quarry at such an hour.

“His clothes are still soaked through. It did no’ rain until after the midnight hour last night, and stopped well before dawn,” Ian spoke to the crowd who had begun to form. “Does anyone ken why Eggar was at the quarry so late?”

No one answered his question. Each of them looked just as confused as Ian felt.

He did not enjoy where his thoughts led him. There had been much animosity of late betwixt Eggar and Ingerame. Had it gotten to the point that one would kill the other?

Ian knew Ingerame was not above hitting his own daughter, black eyes be-damned. Mayhap, just mayhap the man was angry enough or mad enough to take Eggar’s life.

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