Highland Sinner. Hannah Howell

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      “The whispers of suspicion are growing louder,” said Tormand, as he and Simon trotted after the big hound that had caught the scent of yet another blood trail.

      “I ken it, but they are still naught but whispers,” replied Simon.

      “Dinnae try to soothe me, Simon. The noose is tightening around my neck and we both ken it.”

      When the hound stopped beside a rough shepherd’s hut, Simon paused to look at Tormand. “We both ken it, so what is the purpose of allowing our wee brains to prey upon the matter? We need all our wits and strength to catch this madmon. Marie was a good woman.”

      “Aye, she was,” Tormand agreed, feeling sorrow weight his heart.

      “Yet ye bedded her.”

      “Long ago. She was grieving. Her first husband had been dead for a six-month and the loneliness was eating at her soul. His kinsmen were also trying to steal away all the mon had left her. Barely a day passed when she didnae have a confrontation with them.” He met Simon’s gaze and said firmly, “It wasnae a seduction; it was a comforting. It was also just the once. Her husband kens all about it for she told him ere they married and he understands.”

      “That explains why he isnae whispering poison about ye.”

      “Aye, but some of those around him are. Marie and I remained friends although we ne’er slept together again. I fear that friendship was enough to make many fools believe we were lovers. That is my fault.”

      Simon grimaced. “I would like to assure ye that it isnae so, but in some ways it is. Ye are the sort of mon who cannae be around any lass without too many thinking that ye are bedding her. T’isnae just because ye do bed so many, but that ye can, and do so easily. Nay doubt some men feel eased by the thought that there is some special trick or e’en magic ye use to get so many lasses into your bed. They dinnae ken that ye are just an ordinary mon who was blessed with the looks a lass likes.”

      Tormand gave Simon a look of friendly disgust. “Thank ye, Simon. Ye are a great comfort to me.”

      “My pleasure.” Simon sighed heavily. “Weel, we have dallied enough. Let us get this o’er with.”

      It was as bad as Tormand had feared. Worse in many ways for he had truly liked Marie, had considered her a good friend. He felt the same about her husband, Duncan, who was grieving so hard right now. He stared at the bloodstained pallet, the remains of Marie’s clothes, and felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Tormand prayed that Marie had died quickly, that God in His mercy had stopped her generous heart before the pain had become too great.

      “I want this mon dead,” Tormand said quietly, his voice hard with the aching need for retribution. “And ere he dies, I want him to feel the pain and fear he so callously inflicted upon these women.”

      “That is a gift I pray for daily,” said Simon in a voice equally quiet, equally hard, as he studied the floor of the tiny shepherd’s hut.

      When Simon picked something up off the floor, Tormand moved closer to the man. “What have ye found?”

      “Another hairpin made of bone,” Simon replied.

      “In a shepherd’s shieling?”

      “Aye. An odd thing to find here, isnae it? Unfortunately, we ken that a lot of women use them.”

      “So that means that anyone could have dropped it here, e’en one of two lovers stealing a moment alone.”

      Simon nodded as he left the hut, not surprised by the fact that Tormand followed close on his heels. “Yet, is it nay strange that we have found one at each of the places where the women were murdered?”

      Tormand stared at Simon in shock. “Ye cannae be thinking a woman had something to do with this, can ye? Aye, I ken weel that a woman can be as vicious and as deadly as any mon, but strength was required in these killings, nay only to hold the women but to bring them to where they could be tortured and killed before taking them home.”

      “I ken it. ’Tis why I dinnae see these hairpins as wee arrows pointing to our killer. ’Tis just a puzzle. Mayhap the mon who is doing this is killing these women because they werenae chaste and he leaves the hairpin of a lass who betrayed him as some sign, as his mark.”

      “But why choose women I have bedded?”

      “That is a verra good question.”

      Tormand cursed softly as they started the long walk back to town. Each site of the murders was farther away than the last one. He prayed there would be no more murders, but if there were, he decided they would bring horses with them next time.

      A shudder went through him. He did not think he could stand over another woman’s body. Guilt was robbing him of sleep. Although they had yet to find any hard proof that he was in any way connected to these killings, the fact that all of the dead women had once shared his bed could not be ignored. More and more people were beginning to notice that sad fact and the whispers of suspicion were growing louder every day. He could almost feel the noose tightening around his neck.

      By the time they reached his home, Tormand was feeling weary in his body as well as in his heart. One glance at his friend was enough to tell him that Simon fared little better. All Tormand wanted was a hot bath and clean clothes, ones that did not carry the stench of death. He would follow that with a filling meal and a soft bed. He had no doubt that Simon wanted the same things.

      Opening the door, Tormand immediately heard voices. Once inside, he shut the door and scowled toward his great hall. He recognized those voices. His family had arrived.

      “Ah, there ye are,” said Walter, as he strode toward the great hall from the kitchens, a jug of drink in each hand. “Brothers and cousins here. They arenae too happy with you.”

      Before Tormand could say just how little he cared about that, Walter disappeared into the great hall. He knew Walter would be telling his kinsmen that he was home. Tormand looked at Simon and, without a word, they both bolted up the stairs. Tormand had no intention of enduring the inquisition his family would put him through until he had had a bath and changed his clothes. If nothing else, it would СКАЧАТЬ