Death of an Addict
Chapter One
Shall man into the mystery of breath
From his quick breathing pulse a pathway spy?
Or learn the secret of the shrouded death,
By lifting up the lid of a white eye?
-George Meredith
Hamish Macbeth drove along a rutted one-track road on a fine
September day. The mountains of Sutherland soared up to a pale blue
sky. There had been weeks of heavy rain and everything seemed
scrubbed clean and the air was heavy with the smell of pine and wild
thyme.
It was a good day to be alive. In fact, for one lanky red-haired
Highland policeman who had just discovered he was heart-whole again,
it was heaven.
The once love of his life, Priscilla Halburton-Smythe, had been home
to the Highlands on a brief visit. They had gone out for dinner
together and his mind had probed his treacherous heart but had found
nothing stronger lurking in there but simple liking.
The sun was shining and somewhere out there were charming girls,
beautiful girls, girls who would be only too happy to give their
love and their lives to one Hamish Macbeth.
The vast heathery area of his beat which la ... read full excerpt from Death of an Addict ebook
