“But the logbook says—” Callum started.
The rain over the Outer Hebrides didn’t fall so much as materialize , a cold, horizontal mist that found every gap in a person’s clothing. Inside the small, leaky electrical substation on the Isle of Barra, Eilidh MacNeil wiped a sleeve across her brow. The job was supposed to be simple: swap out the old, failing circuit protection and get the island’s radar station back online. hager bp10140
Eilidh looked at the note. Then at the new breaker. Then at the old, scarred . “But the logbook says—” Callum started