‘Just until someone from CID arrives from the mainland,’ the constable informed him, removing the handcuffs. He gave a rueful smile. ‘Luckily for us, we don’t need a regular detective presence on Mull. There’s not that much crime.’ The door clanged shut, and Jake settled down to wait. It took two hours for the detective to arrive. Or, at least, for Jake to be taken to the interview room where Detective Sergeant Stewart was sitting at a table waiting for him. Stewart was a calm-looking man in a rumpled brown jacket. He gestured for Jake to sit down, and the constable left the room to return to his duties guarding the reception desk. ‘So, Mr Wells. Do you want to tell me what you are doing on Mull?’ asked the detective. ‘The same as I told your colleague before: I came to meet an old friend.’ Sergeant Stewart consulted the notes in front of him. ‘Ah yes, this so-called Helen Cooper.’ ‘She is not the “so-called”
