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Piter Mej - I'll Keep You Safe

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Husband and wife Niamh and Ruaridh Macfarlane co-own Ranish Tweed, a company that weaves its own special variety of Harris cloth. When Niamh learns of Ruaridhs affair with the Russian designer Irina Vetriv and witnesses the pair be blown up by a car bomb in Paris, her life is left in ruins. She returns to the Isle of Lewis with her husbands remains and finds herself the prime suspect in her murder case. A French detective is sent to the Hebrides to look into her past and soon Niamh and the detective are working together to discover the truth.

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Peter May

Ill Keep You Safe

For Danielle Dastugue

Note

Harris Tweed is the only cloth in the world to be defined by an Act of Parliament and is described in the 1993 Act as follows: Handwoven by the islanders at their homes in the Outer Hebrides, finished in the Outer Hebrides, and made from pure virgin wool dyed and spun in the Outer Hebrides.

Pronunciations ch as in lochGAELICAmhuinnsuidhe Av-an-sooey Anndra Aoundra - photo 1

Pronunciations

(ch as in loch)

GAELIC

Amhuinnsuidhe Av-an-sooey

Anndra Aoundra

Bilascleiter Bill-is-clay-churr

Bodach Bottach

Bothag Baw-hag

Breasclete Bree-as-clitch

Cianalas Key-an-alas

Cuishader Coo-e-shaadur

Eachan Yachan

Linshader Leen-u-shaadur

Niamh Neave

Ranish Rannish

Risn Rosheen

Ruairidh Roo-are-ee

Seonag Shonnak

Taigh an Fiosaich Tie-an-fisseech

Uilleam William

FRENCH

Braque Brack

Faubert Foe-berr

Gilles Zheel

Prologue

All she can hear is the ringing in her ears. A high-pitched tinnitus drowning out all other sounds. The chaos around her has no real form. Flaming fragments from the blast still falling from the night sky, bodies lying on the concrete. The shadows of figures fleeing the flames extend towards her across the square, flickering like monochrome images on a screen.

She can make out the skeleton of the car beyond the blaze, imagining that she sees the silhouettes of the driver and passenger still strapped in their seats. But how could anyone have survived such an explosion intact?

Bizarrely, traffic continues to move along the Boulevard de Magenta, but slowly, like a river of coagulating blood. Neon lights still glow in the dark, the final moments of normality frozen in time. But the hope that she might save her marriage is gone. Because she knows, with a deep, hollowing sadness, and beyond any shadow of a doubt, that he is dead.

Chapter One

The last hours of their life together replayed themselves through a thick fog of painful recollection. Did people really change, or was it just your perception of them? And if that was true, had you ever really known them in the first place?

The change in a relationship happens slowly, without you really noticing at first. Like the transition between spring and summer, or summer and autumn. And suddenly its winter, and you wonder how that dead time managed to creep up on you so quickly.

It wasnt winter yet. Relations between them hadnt got quite that cold. But there was a chill in the air which seemed to presage the plunge of Arctic air to come, and as they moved with the flow of the crowds leaving the Parc des Expositions, Niamh shivered, even though the air of this September evening was still soft and warm. Only the fading light betrayed the changing season.

It was standing room only on the RER, and the train rattled and clattered its way through the north-eastern banlieues of Paris. Villepinte, Sevran Beaudottes, Aulnay-sous-Bois, where no one got on or off. She was uncomfortable, bodies pressing in all around her, male and female. The smell of garlic on sour breath, of sweat on man-made fabric, faded perfume, hair gel. Her knuckles glowed white, fingers clutching the chrome upright to keep her from falling as the train decelerated and accelerated, in and out of stations, and she tried to hold her breath.

Ruairidh was sandwiched between a tall man with an orange face who painted his eyebrows and wore lipstick, and a girl with tattoos engraved on every visible area of skin. Her dyed black hair and facial piercings seemed dated. Goth. Retro. Niamh saw Ruairidh force a hand into his pocket to retrieve his iPhone. The glow of its screen reflected briefly in his face and drew a frown that gathered between his eyes. He stared at it for a very long time before glancing, suddenly self-conscious, towards Niamh and thrusting the phone back in his pocket.

There was an exodus of passengers at the Gare du Nord, but a fresh influx of bodies from a crowded platform, and it was not until they got off at Chtelet les Halles that she was able to ask him about it. Bad news?

He glanced at her as they climbed the steps to the street, and the same frown regrouped around the bridge of his nose. Bad news?

Your email. Or was it a text?

Oh. That. No. Nothing. He shrugged an uncomfortable indifference. Shall we get a taxi?

The Whisky Shop Paris threw light out across the Place de la Madeleine, casting shadows among the trees in the gathering gloom. Inside it seemed unnaturally bright, hanging globes reflecting light from white walls, whisky bottles glowing amber on lines of glass shelves. The sweet smell of it permeated the air like perfume. A girl took their coats at the foot of the stairs, and they climbed to the reception room on the first floor.

Harris Tweed Hebrides had imported two young island lads to provide the Celtic entertainment, and they stood in a corner, accordion and violin infusing the atmosphere, like the whisky, with a sense of home. Incongruous here in the heart of the French capital.

Ruairidh accepted his whisky cocktail, but Niamh was not in the mood for alcohol and they stood self-consciously amidst the buyers and designers and agents, feeling oddly alien. Their hosts, after all, were really the competition, though they clearly didnt see themselves as such, and were happy to share a stand with Ranish Tweed at Premire Vision. They were all Scots, werent they? Islanders. Selling the Hebrides as much as their cloth.

Different markets anyway.

Ruairidh was examining his phone again. Im going to have to go to the offices of YSL after we get back to the hotel.

Why? Niamh felt a cold mist close around her heart.

Forgot to initial the contracts, he said. Head office wont process them until we do. And theres no time tomorrow. Weve got an early flight. As if she didnt know. In any case, she didnt believe a word of it. Ruairidh had lunched with the buyer from Yves Saint Laurent earlier that day, or so he said, while she manned the stand. It was an important order. One of several they had secured at this years Paris textile fair. Forgot to initial the contracts? She decided to test him.

Want me to come with you?

No. His response came just a little too fast. He tried to take the curse off it. Wont take long. Ill be back in no time.

They were on the stairs to go, having stayed for what they deemed a respectable period of time, when the PR man called them back. You cant go yet, folks, he said. Were just about to draw the raffle. They had been given tickets when they arrived. The winning number, drawn from a hat, would secure Ian Lawsons extraordinary photo book, From the Land Comes the Cloth, a visual evocation of how the colours and patterns of Harris Tweed have drawn their inspiration from the landscape since the time islanders first began weaving it. A huge and weighty tome, it sold in special editions for around two hundred euros. Harris Tweed Hebrides were clearly keen that it should end up in the hands of a favoured customer, but politeness had demanded that all their guests be included.

And so smiles were fixed when it was Ruairidhs number that was drawn from the hat. Niamh masked her embarrassment by suggesting they forgo their good fortune and offer the book back for another draw. But no one would hear of it, and now they sat either side of it in the taxi, where it had morphed into a physical manifestation of the barrier that seemed to have materialized between them. Ruairidh said, Im glad they wouldnt take it back. Ive always wanted that book. He could have bought it a hundred times over, but somehow had never got around to it. In the end it was luck that had delivered it into his hands. The same luck that would desert him in less than an hour.

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