20
EMMY
“The plumber?” Paige’s mouth formed an O of shock. “It was the plumber?”
Yes, it was the plumber. Not Ross but Niall f*****g Docherty, the “take my advice, hen” plumber who we now knew lived in Melrose Cottage, Churchview Lane. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to look for that bloody stopcock.
“But…but I met him. I was here with him alone.” She shuddered and curled into Fletcher. “What if he’d tried to kill me? No one would ever have found the body.”
Probably true, but we didn’t yet know his motive. Although we had a good idea of who the victim was. When Dair had run Docherty’s name through the computer, he’d found a small article from eleven years ago in the Stirling News, a plea for information on a missing girl. She’d gone for an early-morning hike and never returned, and her par
