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It was just when she was about to leave her room that the whole plan appeared to her to be dangerous and stupid. What had come over her? Her hands began to shake. She rolled back the rug and prised up a loose floorboard where she had hidden a bottle of Scotch. She gulped some down and then some more.
No, she thought stubbornly, Hamish and I are meant to be together. Like a soldier going off to battle, she hid the bottle, stood up, squared her shoulders, and marched to the door.
When she arrived at the church, the bride, resplendent in her wedding dress, was taking the floor with her new husband. Josie’s eyes filled with sentimental tears. That will soon be me, she thought.
She helped herself to a soft drink, aware of Mrs. Wellington’s eyes on her. Josie accepted several offers to dance, all the time watching the door for the arrival of Hamish.
At last she saw his fiery head. He was impeccably dressed in his one good suit. Josie went to join him. “How is it going?” she asked.
“Still nothing,” said Hamish. “Let’s find a quiet corner. I want to talk about it.”
They both walked to a corner of the hall, away from the band. “It’s thon damn video,” complained Hamish. “I’ve watched it and watched it until my eyes hurt. There must be something there. I’ve even borrowed a machine from the hotel so I can go over it at the police station.”
“Perhaps I could have a look at it this evening,” said Josie. “Maybe a fresh pair of eyes is what you need.”
“You won’t want to miss the fun.”
“I don’t mind.”
“All right. We’ll have something to eat. I’ve got to talk to a few people and thank Grace’s parents for the party. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go.”
This was all meant to happen, thought Josie.
She sat in a corner of the hall, refusing offers to dance, frightened that Hamish might think she was enjoying herself so much that he would leave her behind.
But he finally came up to her and said, “Are you sure you can be bothered looking at that video tonight?”
“Yes, I’m dying to see it,” said Josie eagerly.
Curious eyes watched them leave the hall together.
At the police station, Hamish exclaimed, “Would you look at those lazy beasts!” Sonsie and Lugs lay curled up together asleep beside the stove. “Now come into the living room, and I’ll run that video.”
“Can I get you something to drink?” asked Josie.
“Not at the moment.”
She followed him into the living room. She shivered. Hamish had central heating but hardly ever used it.
Hamish switched on the television and slotted the video in. Josie decided to pay close attention. If she did find something, he would be so thrilled with her that it would throw him off-guard.
What if there might be someone amongst the crowd that Hamish had not noticed? So instead of studying the main characters, she kept her eyes on the audience. The Lammas queen was crowned and proceeded on a float through the town, then back to the field.
Suddenly she leaned forward. “Stop the film! Right, run it back a bit. Stop! There! At the edge of the screen.”
The provost and councillors had left the rostrum, where the queen now sat with her attendants. It was a back view. Percy had moved behind the rostrum to film the crowds.
The provost and councillors stood in groups near the rostrum, chatting. At the very edge of the screen stood Jamie Baxter. He was looking straight at A
“Well, I neffer,” breathed Hamish, the sibilance of his accent showing his excitement. “I wonder if there’s anything in our Jamie’s background to show he knew about bombs. I’ll check tomorrow. Oh, good girl! This calls for a drink.”
“I’ll get it,” said Josie. “Whisky.”
“Aye, but put a lot of water in it. I want to have a clear head in the morning. The bottle’s in the cupboard. I’ll chust hae a look at this again.”
Josie hesitated in the kitchen. He was pleased with her. Let it go. But what if Elspeth came back from Glasgow? According to Mrs. Wellington, they’d been an item.
She took down the bottle of whisky and poured a weak measure for Hamish and a strong one for herself. She added two crushed tablets of Rohypnol to Hamish’s drink and stirred them up.
“Switch off the light,” ordered Hamish. “I want a better look at this.”
Everything’s going my way, thought Josie. If there’re any grounds in the glass, he won’t notice in the dark. She handed Hamish his drink. “Slainte,” she said.
Hamish took a drink. “You’re right,” he said, his eyes glued to the screen. “How could I ha’ missed that?”
He continued drinking while he stared at the screen. Then he suddenly put his hand up to his head. “I feel dizzy.”
“Maybe there was something in the food at the party,” said Josie. Hamish stood up and swayed.
“Let me get you to bed.” She supported his lanky figure as he stumbled towards the bedroom.
Hamish fell on the bed. When he had come back to the police station, he had taken off his jacket and tie. Josie struggled until she had removed his shirt. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be out cold. She threw the shirt on the floor and then pulled his trousers off. By the time she got his underpants and socks and shoes off, she was sweating. There was the final effort of managing to get him under the bedclothes. She stripped off her own clothes and crept naked into the bed beside him. She rubbed her naked body against his, working herself up. There must be a smell of sex when he woke up in the morning.
This is what it’s going to be like for real, thought Josie, laying her head on his chest.
Hamish slowly regained consciousness the following morning. He felt a body next to his. He blearily looked down into Josie’s sleeping face. He rolled out of bed and fell on the floor with a thump. He stared down at his naked body. A trail of discarded clothes lay on the floor from the entrance to the bedroom to the bed.
He clutched his forehead and groaned aloud. Josie became awake. “Good morning, darling,” she said huskily.
Hamish seized the duvet from the bed and covered his naked body. That left Josie exposed. He stumbled to his feet, grabbed his dressing gown, and wrapped it around himself. He went into the kitchen where his bleary animals were just waking up. He lit the stove with trembling hands and put water on to boil for coffee.
Josie came up behind him and put her arms around him. “Get off!” snarled Hamish.
“But, Hamish, darling,” wailed Josie. “After last night, you can’t treat me like this.”
“I ca
“But I can’t. I love you.”
“Josie, just go. If it was a one-night stand, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Take yourself off to your mother’s and leave me in peace for a bit. Maybe some bastard gave me a mickey at that party. I’ll go to Brodie and get a blood test taken and then go over to forensics and get them to analyse it.”
Tears ru
To her relief, Mrs. Wellington was out when she got back to the manse. Josie packed her suitcase, went downstairs, and left a note on the kitchen table for Mrs. Wellington before going out to her car and driving off, squinting through her tears.
Hamish hurried to Dr. Brodie’s surgery and got the doctor to take a blood test and a urine sample. “Give them to me,” ordered Hamish, “and I’ll take them over to forensics.”