“Pennan appeared as a cluster of rooftops, all huddled together for protection against the North Sea as it hurled itself against the little harbour’s walls, the cliffs, and the stony beach. Of course, it wasn’t really all that surprising the Aberdeen Examiner had been ready to go with the story of Hamish Mowat’s death. They’d probably had the whole thing filed and ready for months. Just waiting. Freshening up the quotes from time to time. The BBC had the same kind of thing all ready to go for wh...en the Queen popped her royal slippers, didn’t they? Testimonials, photos, documentaries. Why should Aberdeen’s biggest crime lord be any different? Especially with Reuben waiting in the wings: the king is dead, long live the king. They slowed to a crawl, squeezing the Big Car between a slab-like greying lump of a building and the whitewashed Pennan Inn. Out onto the tiny village’s only street. Houses on one side, the angry swell of the sea on the other. Tufty took a left. Rain pelted the windscreen, clattered off the roof, sparked on the bonnet.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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