9
EMMY
“That’s a nice bit of kit.” Ross pointed at my shiny new goggles. “Better than anything we used to get.”
Ah, yes. It turned out our plumber was former military. Well, he was still in the reserves, but now he spent most of his time fighting water leaks instead of the enemy. And right now, he was in Paige’s stable at Glendoon, studying the contents of the load-out bags two interns had driven up from London. The interns themselves were now ensconced in my and Sky’s former Edinburgh hotel rooms with a generous meal allowance, a promise of time off in lieu, and an instruction not to get too drunk tonight. And I was preparing for another stake-out.
Yes, I’d told Sky about the glowing red “eyes,” and no, she hadn’t shut up about them all day. But this afternoon, we still had one last b
