‘And you’re sure it was a seagull? Because they cry a lot round the lighthouse and it seems strange it would have woken you.’
He shrugged.
‘Might it have been something else?’
‘Sounded like a seagull. Screaming.’
But it could have been a human scream, I thought. It could have been me.
I concentrated on what I knew. I’d got to the hotel around four-thirty. I’d had to park up, check in and take my stuff to my room. I reckoned I’d been out of the hotel by quarter past five. Maybe a bit earlier because Kelly had seen me around six and to walk that far along the coastal path in forty-five minutes was going some.
Next sighting was around seven, back in Craighston in the rain. If that had been me; I was beginning to think it wasn’t.
After that, nothing until a cry had woken Gregory around
