CHAPTER 27 THE ARREST
I blinked. Did I hear that right? I leaned forward on the sofa, staring at Reggie. "Wait. Are you saying you're not the killer?"
Reggie snorted and waved his arm around the small cottage, cluttered with confiscated drones. "Look at my life. I'm always pulling someone out of the sea or fixing old boats that should've been scrapped years ago. When exactly would I find time to chase photographers all over Scotland?"
"But in your message..." Brian's voice faded. He looked as confused as I felt.
"I heard journalists are looking into these drone killings," Reggie cut in, his words coming fast. "This is the perfect chance, right? Someone might finally notice what's really going on out there. I've tried to get this story out for years, but the papers never listen." His ey
