Chapter TwoARISAIG, SCOTLAND
Twelve hours after bidding farewell to Penn and Miko, Jack Grant stepped into the porch of the little cottage, shook the rain from his shoulders and felt the warmth of the hearth from the sitting room filtering through into the hallway. He knew instantly that something was wrong; there was heaviness in the air and the cottage was ominously silent. The cottage didn't work like that; there was always noise, clutter and voices. But silence. Never!
He dropped his bag by the coat stand and listened. He gently shut the front door behind him, and instinctively reached a hand to the pistol in its holster. He would leave it undrawn – for now. As Penn had said, having it was a precaution and he had it ready, near, in case he should need it. He stepped through the conne
