Page 51 of Death on a Scottish Train

She pursed her lips. “But that’s just because he was murdered, right? You don’t think it was someone here at the firm?”

I shrugged. “We honestly don’t know. I shouldn’t say anything. I’m fairly certain it is against the law. But you are one of my best friends. Just be careful with these people.”

“Are they crooked? That’s the last thing I need.”

“That I can’t say. I’ve looked over some of the paperwork in Jacks’s files. I can say several of his clients were not happy with him. I couldn’t tell you about the other partner though. Ewan is still taking a look at things. They have brought in an expert.”

She frowned. “OK, good to know. I wasn’t crazy about moving the accounting to Sea Isle. It’s just that grandad likes to feel like he’s a part of it all, and he doesn’t like going to Edinburgh for the financial side of things.”

“I honestly can’t say whether you should trust these people or not.”

She pursed her lips. “Answer me honestly.”

“I will if I can.”

“Would you put your money in their hands?”

I cleared my throat. “Uh. No.”

“That’s good enough for me. I will sit through the meeting, but I won’t use them.”

“At least, they have some of Jasper’s baked goods.”

She smiled. “Well, that is a plus.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone I said anything.”

“Mums the word.”

After Henry dropped me off at the clinic, I headed back to the kitchen for some coffee. Then I grabbed my tablet to see who we had coming in.

It was funny how much my life and medical practice had changed over the last year. In the ER, I often saw patients every five to ten minutes.

In Sea Isle, some appointments took more than half an hour and were scheduled accordingly. Nothing was rushed in this town, and I loved getting to know my patients.

And it was a small town, so I’d often see them out and about in Sea Isle.

When I’d first arrived, everything had been a little too different from the weather to the people, but I’d grown to love every bit of it. I had a beautiful old church that was my home and practice. And I had a lovely circle of friends for life, and a town that counted on me. I took that responsibility seriously.

I sat down at my desk with my tablet and coffee, when the front door opened and closed.

“We’re here,” Abigail called out. “I heard you were at the accounting office this morning. Did you find the killer?”

I smiled. Henry must have been chatting with her.

“Not yet in regard to the killer. I did have an idea for some additional tests I’d like to run,” I said as she came into the office.

“I’m curious about his lips. He wasn’t dehydrated, but perhaps he had some sort of infection like angular cheilitis or eczema. From what those close to him have said, he used the balm constantly, as in several times an hour. I’m curious as to why.”

She nodded. “I’ll grab some cells and run the labs.”

“Thank you,” I said. Abigail really could do anything. “Is Tommy in the garden?”

“Aye, and I need to speak to you about something.”

She ducked her head, which meant she was nervous.

“You can tell me anything. Is he OK?”