Chapter Ten

Three weeks after the funeral, Callum drove up into the Flats for the first time since the harbour wall, notebook in his coat pocket — his own notebook now, not his father’s, though he’d caught himself, twice already that week, reaching automatically for the wrong one on his desk — to see the one man in Kinloch he suspected might actually be willing to talk to him honestly about what his father had been like in the weeks before he died.