The town centre around the corner might be the busiest place in Loch Fuar but the street that the police station stood on was quiet.
One old couple walked towards the market square with a trolley tagging behind them. The wheels rattled on the uneven footpath.
A handful of cars were parked on the opposite side of the road. This side was reserved for police vehicles. Though thinking about the three-person team of the Loch Fuar police, it was a wonder they had a police vehicle at all.
The door behind her pushed open and Rory Macdonald walked out.
‘Lovely day.’
‘Aye,’ Aileen agreed as they both stood taking in their surroundings.
Rory stuffed his hands in his pockets and stood with his legs shoulder-width apart. ‘Thought about leaving this behind once for the big city. I was a lad lookin
