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ISBNs: 978-1-5387-4676-9 (hardcover), 978-1-5387-4674-5 (large type), 978-1-5387-46752 (ebook) E3-20221212-JV-NF-ORI Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Foreword by R. W. Green Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Discover More About the Authors The Hamish Macbeth series Begin Reading Table of Contents The Hamish Macbeth series Death of a Gossip Death of a Cad Death of an Outsider Death of a Perfect Wife Death of a Hussy Death of a Snob Death of a Prankster Death of a Glutton Death of a Travelling Man Death of a Charming Man Death of a Nag Death of a Macho Man Death of a Dentist Death of a Scriptwriter Death of an Addict A Highland Christmas Death of a Dustman Death of a Celebrity Death of a Village Death of a Poison Pen Death of a Bore Death of a Dreamer Death of a Maid Death of a Gentle Lady Death of a Witch Death of a Valentine Death of a Sweep Death of a Kingfisher Death of Yesterday Death of a Policeman Death of a Liar Death of a Nurse Death of a Ghost Death of an Honest Man Death of a Green-Eyed Monster Foreword by R. W. Green Sergeant Hamish Macbeth knows far more than most about secrets and lies. If someone told you that they had no secrets and never told lies, Hamish would tell you that they were clearly lying to cover up their secrets. Everyone, after all, has a secret or two, and we’ve all told the odd fib at some time, haven’t we? What—not you? Hamish would have a hard time believing you… No one, you see, knows more about how secrets and lies work than Lochdubh’s police sergeant. He deals with them on a day-to-day basis and, like the village’s twin paragons of virtue, the Currie sisters, who manage to waylay him and lambast him for his laziness or some perceived dereliction of duty whenever he leaves his police station, Hamish knows that the twin demons of secrets and lies forever walk shoulder to shoulder. If you see them coming, like the Currie twins, they’re best avoided. For Hamish, of course, avoiding them really isn’t an option. His beat covers a vast swathe of rural Sutherland in the far north of Scotland. Here he deals with all sorts of problems, from rowdiness and burglaries to stolen bicycles and—on occasion—murder. Whatever crime or misdemeanour he’s investigating, the culprit will certainly tell desperate lies to avoid the wrath of the law—and hiding in the shadow of desperate lies lurk dark secrets. Fortunately, Hamish has a Highlander’s unerring instinct for recognising a lie when he hears one and the dogged determination to root out its twin secret. When M. C. Beaton—Marion—first devised her Highland policeman character almost forty years ago, she endowed him with all of the talents, traits and foibles she believed she saw in the people of the Highlands. Having lived there, she loved Sutherland and its inhabitants, admiring the strength and fortitude it takes to live and work in one of the most remote areas of the United Kingdom. She also regarded them as intuitive and astute, well able to bend the truth themselves when it suited their needs. Hamish is certainly capable of bending not only the truth but also the law when he sees it as a means to an end. That’s not to say that Marion based Hamish on any one particular person. She cherry-picked ingredients for her Hamish recipe as she thought fit—a little from someone she’d met in a shop, a smidgen from someone she’d seen in the street, a pinch from someone she’d overheard talking in the post office, and a huge portion from her own imagination. So did Marion regard Hamish as a typical Highlander? Is there even such a thing as a typical Highlander? Just like everywhere else, the Highlands are populated—albeit far more sparsely than most other places in the UK—by a wide variety of people, many of whom come from outside the region, just as Marion did. Outsiders can take a lifetime to be accepted into the fold by those born and bred in the far north, and Hamish was