Shot Through The Heart (Supernature Book 1)

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Author: Edwin James
for it when he got back - assuming he was actually allowed back home.
    "Hello?"
    Sarah sounded irritated. Even so it made Mark feel slightly more calm, hearing her familiar voice in this strange place.
    "Hey, it's me," said Mark, in his best placatory tone. "Just checking in."
    "You woke Beth," said Sarah.
    There was silence on the line for about ten seconds - Mark could picture Sarah scowling at the handset. He couldn't hear Beth in the background - if she was truly awake, he'd know about it.
    "I'm sorry," said Mark. "I thought you'd like to know that I got here safe and sound."
    "Thanks," said Sarah, then let out a deep sigh. "Beth's been a nightmare today."
    "Yeah, well, I'd much rather be there with you," said Mark.
    "Would you really?" asked Sarah, her voice cold.
    Mark closed his eyes and suddenly felt alone. Everything that he had was built around Sarah and Beth - she had been so cold over the last few months. He felt everything crumble.  
    "It's late," said Sarah, "I need to get to bed."
    "Okay," said Mark. "Look, there's no sign of Kay, so I reckon that I'll be here for at least a few days, maybe a week."
    "Right," said Sarah, sounding even more hostile, if that was at all possible. "Thanks for letting me know."
    "I love you," said Mark, to the dialling tone.

eight

    Kay's room was identical to Mark's but flipped through 180 degrees. The desk was tidier than his would be by first thing in the morning, just a stack of papers at one end alongside a notebook and a pencil case. Her suitcase lay open on the far end of the desk, half full of dirty clothes, the remainder hanging up. Mark couldn't understand when anyone would find enough time or motivation to hang up clothes in a hotel room.
    Harris stood sheepishly by the door, eyes dancing back to the corridor, clearly fearful that Kay might return any moment.
    Mark looked through her notes - they were in chronological order. The top sheets related to her movements over the previous few days - there were some on Lady Ruthven, plus some notes about places to visit further north, mainly centred around Wick. He pored through the rest, which seemed to be prints from newspapers, rather than the interviews she'd written up.
    Mark looked around at Harris, but he'd slipped out of the room. Mark pocketed the few useful pages of notes. Harris returned as he pulled his hand out again - Mark acted calm, trying to deflect him from what he'd just done. "I thought you said Kay had left a laptop?" he asked.
    Harris nodded. "Well, I assumed so" he said. "I didn't actually check. I mean, she used to carry a laptop bag around with her so I just assumed."
    "Did she have it the night she disappeared?" asked Mark.
    "We don't know that she's disappeared," said Harris.
    "Fine, but she's not here," said Mark. "Was she carrying the bag with her the last time she handed you her key?"
    Harris nodded. "She was, yes," he said.
    Mark swore under his breath. So she hadn't left it. His last hope had been that Kay had left her laptop unlocked, with pages of immaculate notes ready for him to take back to Edinburgh. No such luck. "Guess I'll just have to find her, then," he said. His stomach rumbled - it was a long time since those biscuits and even longer since the panini. "What time is the bar open to?"
    Harris checked his watch. "You'll have another couple of hours at least," he said. "Now, if you wouldn't mind leaving the room..."

nine

    Mark sat at a table in the middle of the bar's lounge area. He had a pint of some Highland ale and was beasting his way through a cheese and pickle sandwich - the classic Scottish half-a-pound of grated cheese, an inch of butter and a scraping of pickle, all on white bread. Nevertheless, it hit the spot.
    The large TV in the corner played the aftermath to some football match - Mark didn't follow the sport or have any interest in it, but seeing something familiar helped settle his travel grumpiness slightly.
    The bar was reasonably busy. A large open fire was burning to
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