Chapter 22Two days later
The newspaper was slapped down on the counter in front of Ryan, front-page headline: Fainting Endemic at Local Pub. Gas Leak To Blame? The accompanying picture was an outside shot of the cordoned-off Queen Anne's Revenge, surrounded by police cars and ambulances. That had been Saturday night. It seemed like a life time ago. Ryan frowned at the picture, then looked up at Matt.
"Reduced to a stupid headline in the crappy Argyll," Matt muttered. "I'd always thought their headlines were..." He shook his head. "Too ridiculous to be true."
Ryan nodded. He knew exactly how Matt felt. "Coffee?" he offered. He'd just brewed some fresh. To hell with nerves, he needed the caffeine.
"Nah, I'm all right," Matt said. He pulled a new pint of milk out of the plastic bag he car
