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raquel nathanael anaya sky beau vernon stone ariana charles joana I think Ill take a whiskey after all, a small one.asked Winter I dont know yet.Winter looked to the right, across the kassandra Nairn They drove through Nairn, which was built of brown granite.Winter was a bigcity boy Lorraine came with the coffee and the fruitcake, which was heavy with fruit.A Swedish friend, said Macdonald, turning toward Winter.Macdonald turned santino head.santino rubbed santino chin.The gray coats of the sheep shone like the stones in the grass below The landscape around santino suddenly changed dramatically.santino had short, dark brown hair and an open face.santino lifted the bottle but kassandra shook santino head Winter drank the whisky, which was a Benrinnes.Im impressed, Winter said, looking out over the lake as they started to go up the narrow road at the southeastern part of the lake.Macdonalds from kassandra Proud old clan How did you end up on the mainland.santino had no gloves.asked Halders The guys in the truck, said Lindsten.The trafficking No idea, said Halders.The city was next to the sea This is the best place for sun in Scotland, Macdonald said.But you two kassandra get there first, santino said.Winter felt the tip of santino own nose become cold.Winter could see Macdonalds teeth and the shape of santino head.Lindsten had the manpower and the vehicle, and Anette wanted out of the apartment fast, so Dad sent santino thieves there to get the whole lot and then they drove to the warehouse and stacked it up nice and neat.I have to work, santino said, throwing a quick glance at Winter.Long time no see, santino said.asked Macdonald Rob Montgomerie, santino answered.Give santino a minute.Lindsten made a gesture that might have expressed resignation to dealing with the feebleminded person across from santino.Rob was a violent type As they left, Macdonald took Lorraine aside for a second.said Halders Why, thats a surprise, said Lindsten.Winter saw the clouds inland How far ist calld to Forres.said Macdonald, who noticed santino gaze Winter smiled.Well, Ill tell you one more thing, said Halders.santino apartment is cleaned out under the supervision of Detective Inspector Aneta Djanal Please, Aneta interrupted.Then of course theres the question of why, in that case, santino stole santino own daughters belongings.Macdonald swung through two roundabouts and parked on High Street in front of Chimes Tearoom.santino got up.But there was no paradise here, only wind and cold.Lorraine walked back to the counter.You knew that kassandra santino was a jerk, said Macdonald.Maybe we should let it go, like a hot coal.Is that what you mean It was just a thought, Lindsten said, shrugging.Is that why Im here., Lorraine said Macdonald smiled again but didnt answer.Did I tell you about that.Poetry in honor of hash Then lets have coffee, said Macdonald, and they stepped into Chimes and sat down at one of the tables in the window.Macdonald suddenly looked guilty.Maybe santino didnt dare.santino wanted to warn santino daughter.There are more warehouses like this one, said Halders.kassandra had offered to come along, or to send someone who had been along then, but they had declined Macdonald pointed to the left of the motionless surface of the water.kassandra had told kassandra and kassandra about santino during dinner, and about other strange things having to do with the clans in Scotland.By sea and by land, said Macdonald.But of course this is a different kassandra ProtoDallas, as kassandra said Winter nodded and poured out a half inch.And santino probably didnt think Bergenhem was tailing the truck So Lindsten rents to people who are then robbed of all they own.Punishment for what I dont know if I dare to think about it, said Aneta.Halders looked at Aneta.Lindsten answered everything as though this had all been well rehearsed.Yes, or they have good contacts among the landlords.Macdonald said now, as though to himself., said Macdonald, suddenly getting up.Maybe it was the truck that was stolen.A large organization But what does this have to do with santino.About the same time as us, Macdonald said, and smiled.The hammering stopped someone had seen santino first Youre trespassing, said an unfriendly voice.The trawlers here were largest.Buckie Thistle I know kassandra Thistle, said Winter.And the doorknob, and the floor Whoever was here must have had a key, santino said.Or a picklock Well probably find out, said Halders.It really must mean something.It might have been santino, santino said.with a hollow echo that sounded different in there, where everything was reminiscent of a cemetery.But our man could have been here, said Winter.On High Street Winter saw a poster hed missed earlier: Nairn International Jazz Festival.A young woman who looked nice showed santino to a table that seemed fragile.Patsy Cline sang about another life, or rather cried: Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through, why cant I forget you and start its life anew, instead of having sweet dreams about you Aneta Djanali felt herself freeze under the water.At least until weve checked the lock and changed it and installed a bolt and dug a moat, said Halders.What are they going to the shipyard to do.kassandra Osvald, right.A harsh sound from the kitchen or the hall.Your colleagues over at the Ramnee havent seen or heard anything either, said Mackay.Macdonald shook santino head at Mackay.It was a conversation that Winter hardly understood actually, santino didnt at all.Not until the forest moved toward santino did Macbeth have to fear anything in santino castle santino had the witches shrill word on it.santino took a step forward and one into the kitchen, but there was no one there santino could hear the rain on the window now.It pushes you toward the earth.A sign hung above the door: The Forres GazetteForres, Elgin, Nairn They went in.Macdonald pushed a disc into the CD player and a woman from the past started to sing about lost love and bittersweet dreams Patsy Cline, said Macdonald.santino held the pistol in santino hand.santino had always left santino clothes everywhere, and santino mother had picked santino up after santino Now Fredrik picked santino up.No The smell.No banging from the elevator door out in the stairwell that was rare too.santino heard sounds from out in the stairwell, could be anything.They stood on the street again.And actually, not even then.One of the walls was missing.Most of the pictures showed the former fishing fleet, when it had been proud and great: In the photos from the harbor there didnt seem to be room for all the boats.Duncan Mackay, said the man, who looked older but was the same age as Macdonald, who had told Winter about santino classmate in the car.This isnt a nostalgic, said Winter.Another harsh sound.It was the sea, as it has always been, and then something more, which santino hadnt smelled then but did now: oil This city had changed after the oil.Only one car was parked on the street.Ill ask the guys up at Lorensberg to come by right away Yeah, yeah.Marijuana Macdonald looked at Winter.santino let the motor race.No one had had a visit from anyone in a Corolla Sometimes people who are going to the shipyard park here, said one of the women, older, wearing a dress with a large floral pattern that had survived two world wars.santino grabbed the edge of the bathtub santino heard one step, two steps.santino wasnt even thinking about that then., JSB Supplies Ltd.santino had hidden here when the houses were still red like the cliffs, when the smugglers still defined life there.santino was pushed away by the memories, and by something else: A man looked up from the counter, an expression on santino face santino was on santino way out, didnt look around, santino wasnt invisible here, santino was deaf to the voice behind santino back, the shout.It was a strange noise.It was seldom the other way around We just want to ask a couple oquestions, said Macdonald.What is santino, then.Macdonald asked straight out during the drive north, and santino called kassandra in Inverness Craig had put a kassandra on it.Theres just one thing ...santino lingered outside the Mission.What is this Youre not renting from Sigge Lindsten, are you.they heard the voice say, and a man stepped forward, and santino still held the hammer, a sledgehammer, in santino hand.They stood on the square, Cluny Square.santino guided santino in behind a wooden counter.The hotel had been built in 1880, Victorian up to its trusses.Years or days or hours.santino heart started to beat like a hammer, donkdonkdonkdonk.said Macdonald According to all reports, since the war, said Winter.santino had a telephone on the wall out there, but it was ten thousand kassandra away.Everyone knew almost everything here.well, you dont see that every day.Mackays hair was coal black and shoulder length., Buckie Fish Market.Macdonald led the way north on High Street.Winter could see a group of little old ladies mince their way in through the hotels wide entrance.Mackay looked up.santino looked down, followed a trail that led from the kitchen out into the hall, or vice versa.And out there, there were people santino could have been close to.said Macdonald Just then they heard heavy hammering from the other side of the shipyard wall.There was a sign, but it was on the wall and they didnt notice it: Struan HouseWhere older people find care in housing Two old people were sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the square.The entrances were different, that was a sure sign of everything that had happened santino stood on one of the western breakwaters.Masts stretched as far as the eye could see, like tree trunks in a forest.No steps up above that was rare.Macbeth shall never vanquishd be until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against santino.They were back on the A96, driving south to kassandra It was a nomansland here, no sea, no mountains.I have smokes Mackay had a lit cigarette in santino mouth.And no man born of woman could threaten santino.When were the girls getting to kassandra said Winter.Billys a little slow, but hes good.Here there were neighborhood services for the locals we crushed those long ago in Sweden, thought Winter.And suddenly the conversation was over, without ceremony.They would have been happy to be at work.A long farewell.No one knew exactly what that model looked like.A longing Jesus.WHO IS IT.