

Chapter 2 Signs in the Shadows


The morning dawned gray and misty over the Highlands, tendrils of fog curling over the hills like whispered secrets. I stood alone at the dig site, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket. Hamish was back at camp, busy cataloging yesterday’s finds, and I relished the rare solitude, the quiet broken only by the occasional birdcall. The stillness seemed to settle around me, as though the land