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in it. Maybe some tourists had had a pick-nick in that cave. There was nothing that
suggested some kind of criminal activity had been going on there and what was even more
disappointing, there was no clue that helped them to find out what had happened to Doyle.
A dog handler with a fierce looking German Shepherd arrived at the scene and introduced
himself to Bodie: “I'm Sergeant Dunbar and that is Finn. Finn is an expert at finding drugs.
We usually work at the airport in Glasgow, but I am on holiday in my home town and
thought I should offer our services.”
Bodie shook the man's hand and didn't quite dare to pet the fierce looking dog. He said:
“You could be onto something, maybe that cave has been used to bring drugs into the
country. The lighthouse provides easy navigation for a small boat at night, which can travel
in the Loch practically unnoticed.”
Sergeant Dunbar nodded and said: “ Come on, Finn. Let's get to work!”
Doyle thought: “Please somebody stop that rocking motion and the pain in my head!”
Finn started barking loudly and Sergeant Dunbar said: “Looks like this place has been used
for drug trafficking indeed.”
Bodie nodded and said: “So, what have we got here? This place has been used to bring
drugs into the country, Doyle and Aidan somehow came across the dealers, there was some
kind of fight during which Aidan got shot with Doyle's gun? Sounds possible, doesn't it?”
Sergeant Dunbar replied: “It's a hell of of story, but it's possible indeed.”
Scratching his head, Bodie said: “Yet we have no idea where Doyle is. The dog handlers say
the trail of his scent ends here, right?”
“I'm afraid it does,” replied Sergeant Dunbar with a sad tone of voice.