EIGHTEEN
DISCORDANT MELODY
There was nothing outside, naturally. Kate had made no effort to ridicule or dismiss my sudden outburst, but instead had taken me by the hand and led me to the door. Forbes continued to sleep peacefully in the chair, and the two of us made a careful exit from the front door and stood surveying the immediate environs of my home.
“I told you I’d probably imagined it,” I said, as we stood in the darkness listening to the wind as it drummed up a small symphony of its own as it whipped around the outbuildings and across the yard outside the croft.
“Probably is never good enough for me, David,” Kate replied, leading me further from the door, away from the comparative safety of the warmth and the light, further into the darkness. A shiver ran through my body as I re
