Rising, he found himself whistling as he headed for the shower, which surprised him. Emerging ten minutes later, he caught the scent of bacon being cooked below, and his mouth started to water in anticipation. At that moment he experienced a brief but almost fond thought of PC Tulloch, who’d found him such good digs. Heading downstairs, he followed Torvaig’s instructions from last night and made for the kitchen, where he found his breakfast ready at the agreed time. ‘Have a seat, Sergeant,’ Tor gestured to the big kitchen table. ‘I take it you’ll have a bit of everything on offer?’ McNab indicated that he would, and with pleasure. ‘I can’t do you an espresso, but I can make the coffee strong?’ ‘News travels fast around here.’ ‘Strangers are like a book. Folk are keen to turn the pages. Find out their story.’ ‘And that doesn’t take long?’ ‘It depends on the stranger.’ Tor placed a heaped plate in front of McNab and a pot of strong coffee.
