MacLean squinted in the afternoon sunlight, the movement making his face look even chubbier. ‘The only other way would be across country. Once you get through those woods, you head over those hills over there, into the valley, take a right, and keep going.’

Keogh looked to where MacLean was pointing. The line of hills in the distance were bare and rolling, but not particularly high, and looked as though they’d be easily climbable, even for kids. ‘Is there plenty of cover?’ he asked.

MacLean shook his head. ‘Not really.’

‘And what about houses? Could they get to a house?’

‘There’s one or two up there, but not many.’

Keogh grunted. ‘They don’t need many. They just need one with a phone, and then the whole op’s compromised.’ He walked over to the four-by-four and pulled a local Ordnance Survey map from the glove compartment, opening it up on the bonnet. MacLean and Mehdi joined him, and MacLean pointed a meaty finger down at a spot on the map where the river curved through thick woodland on its winding route into Tayleigh.

‘The canoes are here,’ he said. ‘Like I said, they could either follow the path along the river or, if not, they’d probably go this way.’ He ran his finger up through the thick sweep of green on the map that represented forest, then swung it right through a mixture of woodland and exposed hills until he was at the small town of Tayleigh, which straddled the river. From its scale on the map, it looked pretty small – a couple of thousand people at most, thought Keogh – but the point was, if their target got there, the op was over and Keogh would be out of a job. Or worse.

‘How long do you reckon it’ll take them to go that way?’ he asked MacLean.

‘A lot longer. There’s a lot of climbing involved. It depends if she travels with those canoeists or not. There were a couple of kids there, weren’t there? They’d slow her down a fair bit. But I still reckon they’re more likely to go that way.’

Keogh thought about that. He suspected Amanda Rowan would leave the canoeists behind, and make her own way back. If she did that, though, she’d be far harder to track. It might make the whole thing messier if she stayed with the rest, but probably easier for them to deal with. He scanned the route MacLean had suggested they’d take: up through the forest then over the hill and across the valley. It made sense for them to go that way, but, worryingly, there were at least three houses that he could see dotted randomly along the way. Thankfully, the first of them was several miles at least from where they’d abandoned the canoes.

‘I’ve got a couple of hunting dogs back at my place,’ said MacLean suddenly. ‘They can track anyone.’

Keogh smiled. This made things a lot easier. ‘How long will it take to get back here with them?’

‘If I go fast, an hour.’

‘Do it. As soon as you’re fifteen minutes away, call me.’

MacLean nodded and turned away, while Keogh folded up the map, not looking forward to the inevitable conversation he was going to have to have with his boss about the way things were going, but knowing too that he couldn’t put it off. As he was walking back to the driver’s seat, Mehdi, who was back at the lookout point, called out.

‘Hey, look at this. I think we might be getting lucky here.’

Thirteen

‘ARE YOU OKAY, Case?’ Jess asked. She was kneeling down, holding her sister in her arms, while trying to stop her own shivering. Never had Jesse felt so protective of her as she did now.

‘I’m scared,’ said Casey, looking up at her with big frightened eyes. ‘What’s going on?’

It was a hard question to answer, but Jess tried. ‘Some bad men want to hurt us.’

‘Is Auntie Jean okay?’ The hesitation in Casey’s voice suggested she already knew the answer, but desperately wanted to be told she was wrong.

Jess swallowed. ‘No. I don’t think she is.’

‘We don’t know that,’ snapped Tim, his voice a potent combination of anger and despair. He was standing a few feet away, soaked to the core like the rest of them as he looked out through the undergrowth to where the two canoes had come to rest on the sand spit sticking out into the river, barely ten yards away. The top half of Auntie Jean was just about visible slumped over one of the canoe’s sides. She wasn’t moving. ‘I’m going to go and bring her in here,’ he continued. ‘If she’s hurt, she needs help.’

‘For Christ’s sake, don’t go near her!’ It was the mystery woman speaking. She was standing a few yards away, hands on thighs, slowly getting her breath back. ‘You’ll be shot.’

Tim turned and glared at her. ‘What’s it got to do with you, eh?’

‘I’m just trying to help you.’

‘No you’re not. You’re not helping at all. All you’ve done is bring trouble down on us. If it hadn’t been for ye, none of this would have happened, so keep out of it, okay?’ His voice was harsh and loud, and cut through the quiet of the woods like a blunt hatchet. He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he spat out his words.

‘Look,’ said Jess, trying to defuse the situation, ‘they could still be out there. You don’t want to get killed too.’

The moment the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She was certain Jean was dead – she’d seen the way she’d toppled over in the canoe as the bullet had hit her – but, even so, she shouldn’t have said it.

‘And ye can shut up too!’ he yelled. ‘It’s nothing to do with ye either. She’s my wife. My wife!’ His voice contorted with pain as he tried to bring himself under control.

‘I’m sorry,’ said the mystery woman, undeterred. ‘God, I am, but don’t go out there. If your wife’s hurt, we can get her help some other way.’

‘How? The phones are ruined now.’ He pulled out his mobile, pressed a few buttons, then flung it on the ground disgustedly. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and see how my wife is. I’m sorry ye had to hear that, wee lass,’ he said to Casey, who was staring at him wide-eyed. ‘This is . . .’ He stopped, as if he no longer knew what else to say, then turned and walked purposefully towards the break in the trees that led out onto the sand spit.

None of the rest of them said anything. Jess thought about calling out but concluded there’d be no point. Tim had made up his mind to go to his wife, and who could blame him? They’d been together for years and years, and though Jess herself wouldn’t say she got on particularly well with either of them, she could tell they loved each other very much, and there weren’t many people you could say that about.

No shot rang out as Tim strode out onto the spit and leaned over the body of his wife. He was in that position for a good few seconds, and Jess stared at him intently, wondering what he thought he was doing. But then she saw his shoulders heaving silently and knew, with a final certainty, that Jean was dead. Tim lifted his wife out of the boat and turned back towards them, holding her in his bloodstained arms, tears streaming down his face.

Jess held Casey close to her, and looked over to the mystery woman, catching her eye. Even soaking wet, she still had poise, and Jess was suddenly furious at her, not for putting Jess herself in danger, but for destroying poor Casey’s life all over again. She’d lost her mother, her father, and now her aunt. Who was going to have her now?

There was only one chink of hope in all this. And that was if the men were gone, they could get back in the canoes, and maybe try to float downriver to the town where they were meant to be meeting the guy from the canoe place.

It was all she could think of as Tim walked towards them.

Far above them on the other side of the river, Keogh rested his rifle on the stone wall bordering the lookout point and took aim at the figure walking along the sand spit with the dead woman in his arms, following his movement through the sights, thinking that finally something was going right for them. Now that the woman was no longer on display for any passer-by to see, it made their task just that little bit less urgent. Keogh had a simple choice. Did he let the man live, or did he take him out as well? If he let him live, the man would report everything, which could lead the police straight back to Keogh and his boss. All the canoeists had seen Mehdi and MacLean’s faces. Mehdi had a record. MacLean was a cop. It was too much of a risk.