Duncan Hunter, nursing a coffee in the corner of the incident room, watched his friend. “You’re not sleeping.”
The wind over Lerwick hadn’t changed. It was the same salt-laced knife that had cut through Jimmy Perez for fifty years. But standing in the lee of the police station, looking at the photograph of Connor Cairns—twenty-two, eyes already ancient—Perez felt a new kind of cold. The boy had been found in the boot of a burned-out car near the Kergord Valley. A post-mortem would confirm what everyone already knew: ligature marks on his wrists, blunt force trauma to the skull. This wasn’t a drug deal gone wrong. This was a message.
Duncan poured two glasses. “And Solus Marine?” shetland s07e02 msv
“His mother. Helen.”
Perez’s jaw tightened. “They’re not repairing pipelines. They’re tapping them.” Duncan Hunter, nursing a coffee in the corner
Later that night, Perez stood on the pier at Lerwick, watching the tide swallow the last light. Duncan joined him, a bottle of malt in hand.
Tosh clicked the handcuffs shut. “Thank you for confirming that, Mr. Slater. You have the right to remain silent.” But standing in the lee of the police
Back at the station, Tosh had a lead. “The blocked number Connor called? I traced it to a burner phone bought in Aberdeen. But the day before Connor died, that phone pinged a tower in Lerwick. And guess whose rental car was logged near that tower at the same time?”
