CHAPTER 16 THE SON
Night settled over Cruden Bay, but the cottage stayed warm. The radiators did their job, and Brian and I didn't take that for granted after our chilly experience in the past. He sat at the dining table, hunched over his laptop, scrolling through old Scottish newspaper clippings.
"Jo!" His voice shot up an octave. "Come look at this!" His fingers drummed against the wooden table, his eyes never leaving the screen. "It's big. Possibly massive. Potentially enormous."
I set my camera beside the cleaning cloth, careful not to smudge the lens again. "All right, all right," I muttered, sidestepping his jumper sprawled on the floor like a dozing cat. "Using bigger adjectives doesn't actually make things more urgent, you know."
Brian angled his laptop towards me. The screen d
