Electric Light (Blair Dubh Trilogy #3) (30 page)

“Fine. Graeme’s nothing new to say, except for one thing,” she said, holding the letter out to him and gesturing to the very last line below which Graeme had scrawled his signature in his spiky, angry handwriting.

“You are your father’s daughter,” said Craig. He took her hand. “Don’t let him get to you.”

“I try not to but sometimes it’s hard, especially when he comes out with things like that.”

“Freya, you’re an amazing mum and a great wife. You’re your
mother’s
daughter.”

“That has to be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”

“It’s true. Don’t let this bastard bother you again. We’re moving on, remember?”

“I know, it just worries me sometimes.”

“Don’t let it. Even if John Macalister was your biological father you still would have shot Graeme because he needed to be stopped. End of story.” He balled the letter up and tossed it into the small bin in the corner of the room. “Forget about him. We’re going to James and Veronica’s tonight to see Olivia. We’ll have a nice, normal time and forget about all this business, for a little while anyway.”

Veronica had gone into labour exactly one month after the Blair Dubh Massacre and given birth to a healthy baby girl with lots of blond hair. They’d just been released from hospital. “We can celebrate both things.”

“Celebrate freeing Blair Dubh?”

“Not just that, celebrate being alive, being together. Everything.

“Why not?”

She smiled and pecked him on the lips “Just keep Nora off the whisky.”

“I’ll do my best,” he smiled.

“Don’t forget you’ve got Steve’s stag do tomorrow tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Gary said it’s going to be epic.”

“So I believe. Try not to get carried away by the strippers.”

“Why would I when I’ve got you to come home to?” he said, planting a kiss on her lips. “He’s taking the party planner thing seriously, he’s already got another two stag nights and a thirtieth birthday to organise.”

“I’m glad, it’ll keep his mind off having to leave the police.”

“Let’s just see how this one goes first. I hope it doesn’t lead to him seeing the police from the other side of the fence, he can be pretty wild when he gets carried away.”

“You’ll be there to keep an eye on him. Now, I need to shower and change before we go out, I stink of smoke.”

“Don’t be long,” he said, kissing her again before exiting the room.

After enjoying a long, hot shower Freya changed into a smart ankle length black skirt and light grey blouse, reapplied her heavy eye make-up and made for the door. She hesitated before pulling it open, looking back at the letter sitting in the bin, tempted to retrieve it and hide it somewhere but she didn’t. That would only lead to her torturing herself with those five little words. Instead she left the room, firmly closing the door behind her and with it closing a door on the past.

THE END

Many thanks for downloading and reading my book. That was the last outing for Freya and Craig but I have many other books available on Amazon Kindle as well as more new titles to come.

Once again, thank you.

Heather Atkinson November 2014