Page 111 of Death on a Scottish Train

The side of his mouth went up in a smile. “Worried about me?”

I touched his shoulder and squeezed. “Yes, Ewan. I was worried about you, but don’t let it go to your head.”

“I worry and care about you, too. Always,” his eyes fluttered shut.

I swallowed hard. I was pleased, but also embarrassed. Would he even remember what he said?

Probably not. Drugs brought down defenses, and people often said strange things they didn’t mean.

Henry came to take my statement. We stood just outside the room where Ewan slept.

“There is one thing I can’t figure out,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“What were Davina and Catherine searching for in the office? And was the sister in on it? Was she the one who shocked Mara and Jasper?”

“Aye, she’s made a full confession. She was working alone. But I questioned the other two after we took Katilyn Jacks to the station. They had been looking for a flash drive with secret accounts. The sister was waiting for them to find it, and then she was going to steal it from them. She’d given them the information, and they were all supposed tobe working together. They’re lucky you scared them that night. They might have ended up dead,” he finished.

I shivered. “It is wild what greedy people will do.”

“Aye,” he said. “And to her own family. I dinnae always get along with my hard-headed sisters, but I’d protect them with my life, and I love ’em dearly.”

I nodded. “Henry, you will always be one of the good guys and for that, we are all grateful. Thank you for saving me tonight.”

He laughed. “Doc, it looked as though you had it well in hand. The umbrella was inspired. You hit her in the forehead. She’ll have a good bump.”

“Sheer dumb luck that I still had it in my hand,” I said.

“I’ll let you get back to the patients.”

I smiled as he left and turned my attention to Ewan who had fallen asleep again. Rest was good for him, and the saline would soon flush out his system.

The next morning, I woke up to my favorite scent, coffee. After he’d finished his IV the night before, Ewan had stumbled uneasily to my living room and had passed out on my couch. He refused to let me take him home, so I stayed on the couch with him.

Abigail and Mara had looked after Carl, who had been taken home by Henry in the wee hours of the morning.

But when I opened my eyes, Ewan was no longer on the couch and the coffee scent had me headed to the kitchen.

Ewan stood there in sweats staring at the coffee maker as if his life depended on it.

“How are you feeling?” I asked

“Like a lorry hit me, but I’m fine.”

“She dosed you heavily. Much more and there could have been serious complications.

“How is Carl?” he asked.

“Abigail and Henry took him home. He’s fine, too. Though, like you, he probably will have a headache today.”

“How did you know?” He squinted as if the light from the back window was too bright.

“I’m a doctor. We know these things. Caffeine will help.”

He nodded. “Thanks,” he said. “For everything, Doc. Henry told me what you did, and I read the statement he took last night. You could have been killed. Did you really use an umbrella as a weapon?”

I shrugged. “It worked. And nothing happened to me. I’m fine.”