Perez drove to the Cairns farmhouse. The sheep stood motionless in the field, as if they too were mourning. John Cairns met him at the door, fists clenched, eyes red. “I have nothing to say to you.”
“Your son is dead, Mr. Cairns. And you waited two days to tell us. Why?” shetland s07e02 msv
The MSV room buzzed with low-grade panic. Tosh (Detective Sergeant Alison McIntosh) had pulled the phone records. Connor’s last call wasn’t to a dealer or a girl. It was to a blocked number routed through a Norwegian server. And thirty minutes before his death, he’d sent a single text to his mother, Helen, who had left the family ten years ago: “They know about the boat.” Perez drove to the Cairns farmhouse
Slater’s smile didn’t waver. “That’s a very serious accusation. You have evidence? A witness? A single phone call tying me to that boy after 9 PM?” “I have nothing to say to you
The wind over Lerwick hadn’t changed. It was the same salt-laced knife that had cut through Jimmy Perez for fifty years. But standing in the lee of the police station, looking at the photograph of Connor Cairns—twenty-two, eyes already ancient—Perez felt a new kind of cold. The boy had been found in the boot of a burned-out car near the Kergord Valley. A post-mortem would confirm what everyone already knew: ligature marks on his wrists, blunt force trauma to the skull. This wasn’t a drug deal gone wrong. This was a message.
“You didn’t have a recording device,” Duncan said quietly.