Hamish Macbeth 02 (1987) - Death of a Cad Page 18
by M C Beaton
“Priscilla,” said Hamish suspiciously, “I have a feeling you’re laughing.” He tilted up her head.
“Oh, Hamish,” giggled Priscilla, “you are the most shocking man I know.”
Hamish rolled his eyes. “Do you hear?” he cried to a passing sea-gull. “Here’s her that gets engaged tae criminals telling the force of law and order on Lochdubh that he’s shocking. Come along ben, Priscilla, and I’ll get us something to eat.”
“What? Grouse?” demanded Priscilla, still giggling.
“Aye, I just might hae a wee bit.”
With a companionable arm about her shoulders, he led her towards the police station, pushed her gently inside, followed her in, and closed the door firmly behind them on the cold outside world.
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THE END