alone and miserable. He was alone and Jonah was dead.
âJonahâs alive,â said a voice.
He turned and Hayley was beside him, panting slightly, eyes shining.
âJonahâs alive,â she said again. âI saw him by the harbour, hiding behind the wall. It was definitely Jonah, thereâs no mistaking him, I know it was him, definitely him  . . . â
âWhoa!â Fraser held up his hand. âHayley, take a breath.â
The girl took a deep lungful and said quietly, âIt was Jonah.â
âAre you sure?â
âI saw him.â
âBut we saw him, dead on the beach.â
âNo, we didnât. His face was buried in the sand.â
âBut how many Africans are there in Skulavaig?â
âAt least two.â
âSo who is the dead guy?â
Hayley shrugged. âIt canât be coincidence that there are two unexplained black men in Skulavaig at the same time.â
âI knew Ben wasnât a murderer.â
âWell, someone is still dead.â
In the clamour of voices and laughter and clinking glasses Fraser thought he could hear his heart thump against his ribs. He had helped Jonah, fed him, trusted him. Was Jonah the murderer?
âWe have to go to the police,â Hayley said.
âWe canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause we might be accomplices to murder.â
âHardly.â
âNo? I helped hide a man and gave him food and clothes. Now he may have murdered someone. And I was on Benâs boat; I knew where he kept that knife and now itâs under my bed.â Fraser gave a long sigh. âI think weâre in trouble.â
âLess of the we . Itâs not my sweatshirt and socks heâs wearing.â
âNo, but you were with him on the beach last night. And you found the body and told no one except me.â
The colour drained from Hayleyâs face. âWhat do we do?â
âWe find Jonah.â
âAnd then what?â
âGet some answers.â
âIs that before or after he stabs us?â
âI have the knife.â
âThatâs OK, then. After all, heâs only a large grown man. No match for a girl and a skinny Scottish boy.â
He thought himself toned not skinny, but this was not the time to argue. âWhy is Jonah sneaking around the harbour? Why not lie low in his cave?â
âMaybe he hasnât finished his murderous rampage yet. Maybe heâs looking for anyone who knows heâs on the island.â
âThis is Nin, not Texas. We donât do serial killers on Nin.â
âWe have to go to the police.â
âNo, not yet. Weâll end up in jail and Jonah will disappear.â
âWhat then? We have to tell someone.â
âNo. We have to sort out this mess ourselves.â
âAnd how do we do that?â
âI told you, we find Jonah.â
âThatâs the worst idea. Thatâs like those horror movies when someone goes into a dark basement by themself to investigate a strange noise and youâre thinking, No one would do that . Thatâs you, Fraser. Youâre looking for trouble.â
Trouble is already here , Fraser thought. In the last few years Nin had become an island that people left, but recently five people had arrived: Ben, Hayley, her mom, Jonah and the dead man. All of them brought secrets and mysteries to his small town and all of them seemed connected to each other, through him .
Fraser felt as if he was standing in the eye of a perfect storm, the furious wind spinning around him, destroying his calm life. And that was fine; calm meant boring. He liked this furious wind that blew in strangers and dangers. The thrill of it made his whole body tingle.
âCome on,â he said to Hayley over his shoulder as the ceilidh band retook their positions. He heard the American girl mutter, âNot in this lifetime,â as he dived through the door out into
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