Chapter 35
Kate, and everyone else around the table outside the closed Fort William café, jumped when Paul’s phone rang once shrilly.
By the rising crowd noise and worried sheep bleats from two streets over in the main street, Kate could tell that the sheep race was imminent.
She pulled out her phone, then his.
“You’ve got an e-mail from Cecilia Barstowe.”
“That’s private,” Paul reached for the phone but Kate slapped his hand aside and tapped to receive the e-mail.
“Photo attached,” Kate tapped to open it.
Paul struggled once more to grab his phone, but she blocked him easily. Too easily. He wasn’t clear of the d**g yet and that worried her.
It was a photo taken from the main entrance of the Inverlochy Castle Hotel. In the driveway was a pizza delivery van. Pulling up behind it was
