Page 98 of Death on a Scottish Train

“He didn’t care about all that. The clapping was just noise to be avoided for him. As for me, I’ve never in my life played in front ofanyone but my brother. But like I said, I was so worried about him, I didn’t think about myself. Probably for the best.”

We hugged her goodbye, and Henry came up and offered to take Tommy and Abigail home.

Ewan glanced down at his phone, which had just buzzed. “I need to head back to the station,” he said and left abruptly without saying goodbye. That was sort of his norm, though.

“That was more amazing than anything I could have imagined,” Mara said as we walked toward the exit. “I’m still weepy over the beauty of it all.”

“So am I,” Jasper said.

“You two are not alone,” I said.

Outside, a chill had whipped up the wind. I should have known to take a jacket. I had to hold my skirt down to keep it from doing a Marilyn Monroe. We headed toward the shuttle, but something caught my eye.

I stopped.

“What is it?” Mara asked as she tried to peer where I was looking.

“I swear I just saw the girlfriend and the assistant going into the office,” I said. “Why would they be doing that on a Saturday night?”

“Maybe, we should snoop,” Jasper suggested.

I almost said no. I knew that would be the smart thing, but my curiosity won out.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“Oh, but we do,” Mara said. “What if they are the murderers?”

“All the more reason to keep you safe.”

“Nope. We’re coming with,” Jasper said.

“I have the pepper spray you bought me,” Mara said.

“Hopefully, we’ll have no use for that.” But I had mine in my purse as well. I never went anywhere without it.

The front door to the office building was left open, and we slipped inside.

We quietly made our way up the stairs. The lights were off, but the moon coming through the windows let in just enough light that we didn’t trip.

My stomach churned with nerves. We had no business being here, and Ewan wouldn’t be happy with us. But my curiosity was peaked. Why were the women here and with the lights off?

The office door stood open, but we paused outside of it. As Mara moved to the other side, a board creaked. We all went wide-eyed.

“Did you hear that?” Catherine asked.

“What?” Davina replied. “I didn’t hear anything. It’s your imagination. Come on. We need to find the account Katilyn told you about.”

I pushed record on my phone, as this was an interesting conversation.

“And you don’t get it,” Catherine responded. “I told you I’ve been going over all of his accounts since he died. I haven’t found a clue as to where he’d hidden the money his sister mentioned.”

“She wouldn’t lie about something like that,” Davina said. “In one of their last conversations, he’d said he was putting aside money for her. That money has to be somewhere. You said you could transfer the funds to one of your accounts without anyone knowing. But it does us no good if you can’t find it.”

“Stop nagging,” Catherine complained. “You’re worse than my mother. Trust me, no one wants to find that money more than I do. And the sister doesn’t need it as much as we do.”

Funny how people could justify stealing.

I texted Ewan. He’d be furious with us for snooping, but he needed to catch these women in the act. They could be the murderers.