Chapter Thirty-Six

Tam rang him, unexpectedly, on a wet Wednesday evening ten days after the boat, his voice carrying an unfamiliar hesitancy Callum had never once heard from the old man across two months of knowing him. ‘You’ll come round, if you’ve the time. There’s a thing I’ve been sitting on since Sunday, and I find I’m no longer content to keep sitting on it, whatever that says about the state of my own conscience at seventy-one.’