Chapter Twenty-Six“Come on, lads,” Watters said. “We're off on our travels again. Sorry, Duff, Mrs Dewar will have to do without your conversation today. I've asked Murdoch to send Constable Porter to Broughton House instead. Porter's a decent soul.”
“Where are we going, Sergeant?” Scuddamore asked, reaching for his hat.
“Craigend,” Watters said.
“Where's that?”
“It's the old name for Rockside,” Watters said. “Craig is the Gaelic for rock, which is something you ignorant people missed, and you can thank my wife for the information.”
“Aye,” Duff said, looking sideways at the plan that lay open on Watters desk. “A good woman is worth her weight in diamonds. What's that map for, Sergeant?”
“It's the plan I took from Shaitan,” Watters said. “I don't know why it was there, or where it is.
