CHAPTER NINETEEN
When they arrived, the police found Angus Murray waiting for them in the shadow of a thick tree in his yard, a few steps away from the back door leading into his house.
A few eyebrows curved upward, and a few eyes widened at the grim expression of his features. Angus was not a happy camper that morning, but then, James wondered if he had ever been one. The man did not seem a light-hearted sort of man.
The old man had chosen the spot where he stood with care. Angus expected that his neighbours would not see him there even if they woke up too early in the morning. Anyway, Angus doubted that they did. He had never seen them up and about before eight.
David Stewart, together with his two assistants, reached the old man first. His sharp eyes swept over the expanse of the ma
