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CHAPTER FOURTEEN “Some people died in the evictions,” Watters said. “You didn’t tell me that.” “You didn’t ask,” Sergeant Rhind told him. “Who died?” “Three people died in the clearance of Glen Iorsa,” Rhind did not move from his chair. “An old woman named Catriona MacBeth, although everyone knew her as Granny MacBeth. A child called Callum Cattanach and a man named Allan MacLeod.” “Allan MacLeod?” Watters repeated the name. “Most people called him Sean Allan,” Rhind said. “Or Old Allan. He was an old, done man, no good to anybody.” “Did Mr MacLeod have any relations?” Watters wondered if Rhind was deliberately trying to upset him. Rhind shrugged. “Blessed if I know. Probably. These Donalds breed like rabbits.” “Do they, indeed?” Watters found himself beginning to dislike Sergeant