Took a bit of doing to get the seat adjusted so he could fit behind the wheel like a little girl had driven it last but it started with a refined purr. Nice motor, shame it d end up as a burned-out wreck, dumped in the sea off the west coast of Shetland.
The BMW slid out of the hold and onto the quay.
Fifteen minutes later he pulled into a lay-by, flanked by mountains on both sides, a grey sea loch reaching away into the distance, the faint wash of twilight just beginning to creep above the horizon. Arnold popped the boot.
Stank of shit and piss in there.
A man lay curled up on his side in the boot, hands cuffed behind his back, surrounded by shiny CDs, a laptop, and a desktop computer. Shivering.
Arnold nodded. You Drummond?
The man hissed at him from behind a duct-tape gag.
You helped the bastard who killed my Lauren. You told him where we lived A smile cracked across Arnold s face for what felt like the first time in years. I m going to enjoy this.
