Chapter Six (Murder Book) Something Different.

 Eoghan Clark MacRae isn't the hero of my book. He's a lot more like a sidekick, really. He is a Scottish man, about 35 years old, he's estranged from his wife, they're divorcing. He is raising his two daughters, and he's a singer and music leader. Though he came from a bit of money and family fame, he hasn't done much to keep up family traditions. In fact, he's more or less a lost feather, floating and hoping to find its way to a good bird's nest where he can feel needed.  When you think of Eoghan, think of a man with a lot of talent, spirit, and a great deal of worth, but he never realized it until he lost everything. 

    Though losing his wife wasn't something he was happy about, it will eventually become a true blessing in disguise for more than a few reasons. Here is a portion of the chapter for my readers to meet up with and be introduced to the music man who will give up his weekly worship gig to help tie up the loose ends of many petty as well as more sinister crimes. He's not exactly a "Watson", but he'll make a great companion, champion, and friend to our not-too-cuddly Nick Posh. When you read how Eoghan's first communication with Posh is rather direct, you'll understand his new way of thinking. He had a lesson to learn, and he caught on rather quickly - - painfully but quickly. 

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Part of Chapter Six. (Murder Book)

Callingout to the man, with his Bowie knife clenched between his teeth, the formersoldier repelled to a safer lower ledge just below the point where the man hadfallen, Nick questioned MacRae. “Are you Eoghan MacRae?” Posh askeddirectly.

“Aye,that’s me. Never trust a woman, never.”

Thebroken man spoke just over a whisper. Exhausted and obviously worn completely out from lack of water and foodand having been exposed to the elements for a day and a night, the singer heldhis tongue from lashing out against the man’s dog for a fifth or sixth time,trying to be polite enough to be saved before he lamented about having had hisface fully drenched in the small dog’s piss from the very second he was foundby the thing.

“Your dog’sgot a pure nerve on him, doesn’t he?” asked MacRae once the two menwere safely up on top of the ridge.

 “Jumping down off the side of the crag like hedid. I thought he would land flat on my head the way he leaped at me, maybe sendme the rest of the way down to the pit. Instead, he hopped and skipped aboutthe rocks until he found me. At least I think he likes me; he marked my facefor sure.” 

Poshcouldn’t smile too broadly without losing his blade, but the large wet stain surroundingthe collar and upper portion of the man’s coat left nothing to the imagination.Maybe it was Keeper’s way of making sure MacRae was breathing, or maybethe dog just really had to go after all the excitement of having recovered the lostman.  Maybe the position in which MacRaewas found had lent himself as a level field in which to put up a hiked backleg. Either way, the dog was an asset; and no matter what the sun had chosen todo that morning, was going to be a good day. 

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Keeper is the Jack Russell terrier that Posh finds running the streets of Edinburgh. He makes a few inquiries about who the owners might be, and finding that the dog prefers to hang with him, he keeps the dog. He names the dog "Keeper" after the dog proves to be valuable in the hunt for MacRae.

I hope you like the book when it's finished. Don't worry too much about poor Eoghan; he'll be OK. He just needs a bit of a nudge, some exercise, a better diet plan, and maybe a few pointers on misplaced trust.

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