CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ringing of her phone tore Remi from a deep, dreamless sleep. She fumbled for it in the darkness of her hotel room, saw it was three-something, and answered.
Daniel. She tried to sit up. If he was calling at this hour, it was something crucial.
“I called the police in the Orkney Islands yesterday and told them to get in touch if there were any murders or attempted murders in their area. They just called to say a man’s been killed. With a sword.”
That woke Remi up as quickly as if Daniel had thrown a bucket of cold water on her face.
“Tell me more.”
“On the plane. I booked one last minute. If we want to catch it, we need to get to the airport right now. But there’s some bad news. We don’t have time to go through the paperwork to bring our guns. The UK is a real pain
