Hamish Macbeth Series Novels & Stories

I raised a brow when I noticed she was barefoot. She turned to mom with a beaming smile. “She’s the one,” she said and I frowned. “Who is who?” I found myself asking and they chuckled. “Cassie, this is Macbeth. She’s a witch from the North,” mom introduced and my spine shot up. “A witch?!” I wanted to grab my shoes and sprint out of the room.

The folk of Dunballan have been a tight lipped bunch ever since (let’s hope they don’t mind me recounting this tale). A hunt was organised, but the Beast could not be found, so word was sent to Hamish that he had to come home. Hamish dismissed the pleas at first, thinking them superstitious nonsense. More townsfolk fell to the curse, however, and couldn’t be roused, so finally he relented. Things had not gone well for him in London. He’d lost most of his money in gambling debts and bad property deals. Hamish returned home, and the townsfolk suffered no further misfortunes. From that day forth, there has always been at least one member of the McCavendish family living in Dunballan.

Cruise March It's been a somewhat quiet night on shift, and I have less than an hour to go. I'm really looking forward to going home and crashing, this is my third twelve-hour night his week. "We have a report of shots fired from a silver colored Impala, in the vicinity of Callahan and Miller." The info from dispatch makes my ears perk up, I'm two streets over from Callahan. "Dispatch, do we have plates?" "The only thing anyone got was a possible W as in water, and a H as in Harry."