Death of Yesterday (25 page)

“I suppose no one trusts banks these days. That lot from the bank who were wining and dining at the hotel were ordering the most expensive wines, despite the fact that the bank had to be bailed out with taxpayer’s money. Oh, here’s the minister. I think he’s looking for you. See you soon.”

Angela walked off as the minister, Mr. Wellington, came up to join Hamish. “I just wondered if you were in need of some spiritual help,” he said.

“No, no, I’m chust fine,” said Hamish, embarrassed.

“I always find forgiveness is the thing,” said Mr. Wellington solemnly. “God will help you forget the horrors of murder.”

“Aye, well, I’ll remember that,” said Hamish, shuffling his boots. “Got to go. Got a report to write.”

“Remember! Forgiveness!” called the minister after him.

Odd wee man, thought Hamish. But living with that bully of a wife is enough to make anyone strange.

When Hamish returned to the police station, Dick said, “Sit yourself down and I’ll get your supper.”

Hamish looked around the cosy kitchen. Time to count my blessings, he thought. The murders are solved, life is quiet again, and I’ve still got my police station.

And somewhere out there, there’s some girl who would make a grand wife. All I have to do is wait . . . and hope.