for hours, and had no recollection of having moved from the kitchen table to the living room couch. His head was aching and his mouth tasted like the contents of a wrestler’s laundry basket. He should never have drunk so much. Bleary-eyed and disorientated, he managed to get up, turn on a light and stumble across the room to answer the phone. Who could be calling?
He picked up. ‘Hello?’ he croaked.
There was silence on the line. Ewan repeated, ‘Hello?’
‘Is that Ewan McCulloch?’
The caller spoke in a local accent. His voice was throaty and deep, marked by a pronounced lisp that somehow sounded familiar to Ewan, though very distantly so. He tried to think where he might have heard the voice before, but couldn’t place it. His head was spinning from the whisky. Glancing at his watch he saw it was nearly midnight. He managed to get it together enough to reply, ‘This is he. Might I ask who’s calling?’
‘Never mind who I am,’ said the lisping voice. ‘It’s what I know that should concern you. It’s what I saw. I cannae keep it tae myself any longer. It’s not right.’
Ewan blinked, paused a beat in confusion. ‘I’m sorry? I don’t understand. What are you talking about? Do I know you? Look, it’s very late and I’m kind of tired.’
‘Shut up and listen tae me. I’m talkin’ aboot yer man Ross Campbell. That was nae accident, get it?’
‘No, I don’t get it,’ Ewan replied, thoroughly bewildered. ‘What are you trying to say?’
‘And in case you thought he did it tae himself, think again.’
‘Who is this?’ Ewan demanded. ‘Are you sure I don’t know you? Have we met?’ The more the caller talked, the more Ewan was certain he’d heard the voice before, as if in some other life he could barely remember.
‘They killed him.’
‘They what? Say that again.’
‘You heard me,’ the caller went on tersely. ‘The basturts caught him in the woods, dragged him doon tae the loch and tossed him in the water tae make it look like he drowned hisself.’ He let out a sigh. ‘There. Now you know the truth.’
Stunned, Ewan carried the phone back to the sofa and slumped into it. Was he dreaming? No, the caller sounded perfectly real. And very sober, serious and sure of what he was saying. ‘But … you’re talking about …’
‘Aye, I am. That’s what this was. No other word for it. Cold-blooded murder.’
‘I … what … how …?’
‘How do I know?’ the caller finished for him with a sour chuckle. ‘Because I was there, that’s how. Fishin’ for salmon that it’s not my right tae fish, if you get my meaning. I was checkin’ my nets when I saw these five men appear from the woods. Thought they were a bailiff patrol at first, so I hid deep in the bushes, wonderin’ how the hell I was gonnae get away. They’ve caught me before. But they didnae see me. They had other business on their minds.’
Ewan pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to think straight. ‘I … this is just insane.’
‘It was near dark,’ the caller went on. ‘But I saw the whole thing clear. As they came closer it wiz obvious that the fifth man, he wasnae one o’ them. They were holdin’ him by the arms like he was a prisoner. He was fightin’ and strugglin’. Yellin’ at them tae let him go. But the poor guy couldnae get away from them and he never had a chance. They hauled him tae the edge o’ the bank. I couldnae believe my eyes. Didnae want tae watch. Next thing there was a big splash as he hit the water. Two o’ them were carryin’ boat hooks with long metal poles, them telescopic ones. He tried tae drag himself up the bank but the fuckers kept pokin’ him and shovin’ him under. Again and again. Took five, six minutes. Maybe longer. I wanted tae do somethin’ tae help. But I was scared what they’d do tae me. Then when he stopped fightin’ and I could see him floatin’ in the water, they prodded him a few more times tae be sure. I heard one o’ the basturts laugh. Then they turned an’ walked back tae the woods. And that was the last I saw o’ them.’
Ewan couldn’t speak, could barely even breathe. His mind was swirling from much more than a bellyful of booze. Ross, murdered? Was this some kind of crazy dream? Ewan dug his fingernails into his flesh and nipped himself until it hurt, but the caller went on talking.
This was no dream.
‘I could’ve gone tae try an’ pull him from the water,’ the caller said. ‘But I knew he was dead already. I was shocked. Ma heart was thumpin’ so bad, I thought I was gonnae faint. So I just waited until they were gone, and then I legged it. Ran like hell, an’ kept runnin’. I wish I hadnae, but that’s what I did. I just wanted no part o’ it. It wisnae until the next day, when they found the body, that I even knew who they’d murdered. Been frettin’ over it ever since. Cannae shut it oot o’ ma head.’
At last, Ewan was able to marshal his wits together enough to ask the obvious question. ‘These four men. Who were they?’
There was a pause on the line as the caller mulled over his reply. When he spoke again, he sounded scared. ‘I’m sorry, Mr McCulloch. It would be mair than my life’s worth tae tell you another word.’
‘You recognised them, didn’t you?’
Another heavy pause. Then, ‘Two o’ them. That’s all I’ll say.’
‘Please,’ Ewan said. ‘I need to know.’
‘Forget it. I’ve already told you too much. Goodbye.’
‘Hold on. Don’t hang up. Please! If you don’t want to tell me, then at least report what you saw to the police. Better still, we could go there together. Tell me who you are. I could meet you somewhere, right now. We could drive up to the police station in Fort William first thing in the morning.’
‘Mr McCulloch—’
‘We don’t have to tell them about the salmon poaching, if that’s what you’re worried about. Under the circumstances I don’t think they’d even be bothered about—’
‘Look, I just wanted you tae know the truth o’ what happened,’ the caller said. ‘Or as much o’ it as I dare tae tell. Dinnae make me regret that I called you. Nobody except you has any clue what I witnessed. I intend tae keep it that way. And if you have any sense, you’ll keep this tae yourself too. That’s all I have tae say. Good night, God bless and good luck.’
And Ewan was left holding a dead phone. He tried dialling 1-4-7-1-3 to find out the caller’s number and call them back, but the information had been withheld.
It was only just gone midnight, but Ewan was certain he’d get no more sleep. He couldn’t even close his eyes. He frantically paced the floor, his mind awhirl. Was this some kind of sick joke? The enormity of the mystery caller’s claim was staggering. Ludicrous. Impossible.
And yet … what if it were true?
As he went on pacing for the next hour, Ewan reflected on the trouble and anger that the golf course development scheme had stirred up. A lot of folks in these parts were furious about it, not least the self-proclaimed ecowarriors who, vowing never to give up the fight, had plagued the construction company until they downed tools and walked away. A few months back, someone had made a threatening anonymous call to the McCulloch & Campbell office, saying their firm would regret it if they remained connected with the project. Of course, Ewan had reported the call to the police in Fort William, who’d appeared to do nothing about it. For the next several weeks he had kept expecting to find his car tyres slashed or an office window broken, but nothing more had come of it and he’d quickly forgotten the episode.