Tooth for a Tooth (Di Gilchrist 3)

glistening, and placed her arms over his shoulders as if to give him a lover’s hug.
    ‘Take care, Andy,’ she whispered. ‘And take care of Kelly for me.’
    ‘I will,’ was all he could say.
    He returned her hug, then stood alone on the platform as the train pulled into the distance. His last glimpse of Kelly’s mother was of her face at the window, her hand to her lips, blowing him a kiss, a simple action that made him raise his hand in a belated farewell to his own memories of Kelly.
    When the train rattled out of sight, Gilchrist shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
    Take care of Kelly for me
.
    The wind rose then, a cold burst that shivered the station windows and carried with it the faintest whisper of the departed train. He looked to the skies, thought the rain might stay off. He had one more grave to visit, one more string of memories to fold away. He would repay his final respects to Jack, tell him his killer had been found, then drive to Glasgow and visit his children.
    Take care of Kelly for me
.
    The echo of Annie’s voice pulled up an image of blonde hair whipping in the wind and a young couple running along the West Sands, unaware of what the future held for them.
    And blue eyes that laughed and could bring a smile to his lips.
    Even now.
    He leaned into the wind and walked to his car.