Sabbath Breach: A Cat MacNeil Hebridean Mystery

Some things are written down. Some things are not. He found out which was worse. A retired postmaster lies dead on his own step on a wet Tuesday night on South Uist. The outer door stands open. The inner door is shut. Two cups of tea are going cold on the table eight feet away, and nothing in that house has been touched.Eachann MacCodrum kept the kirk session records for thirty-one years - a hundred and sixty years of a parish, in two locked cupboards. Who was rebuked. Who was disciplined. What was written down about whose family and never spoken of again.He spent his last winter reading every word of it. And on four evenings he put his coat on, went out into the dark, and did not write down where.Detective Inspector Cat MacNeil can put a grandmother to every house on that road, and it buys her nothing. Nobody lies to her. Nobody helps her either. Four people opened their doors to a dead man in the weeks before he died, and not one of them has said a word in five weeks.Three of them were told the truth about their own people.The fourth was told there was nothing.He was wrong.