Jenny and Sarah meet her at a restaurant in Inverness.

‘’How are you doing Leery since Grant's passing?’’ Jenny asks her as they sit down.

‘’Better thanks. I've a new man. He is from America.

‘’He treats you well?’’ Sarah asks.

‘’Oh aye.’’ She leans across the table, ‘’ he is going to marry me. Take care of Danny.’’

‘’Is he now? How did you meet?’’

‘’We ran into each other just two weeks ago. He is here to do some building.’’

‘’Did you hear what has been happening at Lallybroch?’’

‘’No,’’ her eyes big with fringed innocence. ‘’What?’’

‘’A guest of ours was beat badly at one of the crofts.’’ Jenny answered.

‘’Oh, you mean the fag?’’

‘’John, Claire's uncle's partner, yes.’’ She replies with tight lips.

‘’Well, I guess your family doesn’t have a problem with it. With Jamie being one and all.’’

‘’Jamie being a what?’’

‘’Fag, of course. I know he is marrying the auld lady but she is a lesbian sae..’’

‘’Leery where in the world are you getting the idea that either are homosexual?’’ a calmer Sarah asks.

‘’My new boyfriend told me she was. His cousin dated her and said she doesn’t like the lads. As for Jamie, weel, he wouldn’t take what I offered sae..’’

‘’Leery, did you ever think Jamie just didn’t want you? Or Claire want Frank?’’

‘’Everyone who kisses me, and likes the lasses, wants me.’’ She replies with a conceded smile, ‘’ and he kissed me. Claire, the auld Sassanech, weel, Jack says she doesn’t like any man sae.. A marriage as a cover. It is okay.’’

‘’For your information,’’ a furious Jenny starts to say. Sarah places her hand on her arm and shakes her head. They still need information from her. She takes a deep breath.

‘’It is a real marriage. Ah Leery, Willie says you are saying that Danny is Jamie's.’’ Sarah comments.

‘’Oh he is welcome,’’ they just look at her, ‘’ I thought it would help people from uncovering his secret. Of being a fag.’’

‘’He is nae!’’

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"Did you kill Frank?" The question hangs in the still air of the doorway. Claire feels Jamie tense up in front of her. Preparing to defend her should it be necessary. She can take her, she knows, but appreciates the gesture.

"Kill! Nae, I found him. In the 6 months we had been dating he had never stood me up. I was concerned."

"Six months." Claire's voice lost it's edge. They have only been apart for four.

"Aye. We seemed to have overlapped. Sorry." Leery snears at her.

"Why, you little!" She tries to push past Jamie's solid weight to get at her.

"Claire, mo ghairde, she isn't worth it." He sooths. He wants to turn to her but is unwilling to turn his back on Leery. "Why are you here? Just to rub it in her face?"

"Nae, I dinna ken she would be here. I heard that Faith had headed back to Lallybroch. I hoped to catch you alone."

"No such luck tramp. Now, get gone." Claire replies.

"Tramp! Hmmmph. Ye are the one sharing Jamie's bed just a.few months after yer beloved Frank left ye.'

"I left him. And, there was no 'overlap'. We just recently got.together."

"So ye say."

"It is the truth. Now, as I said from the first, we are busy. So, if there is naught else." He moves to shut the door.

"Weel, I guess plowing her field is more important then what I ken of Frank's death."

"Wot?"

"Aye Claire. I dinna kill him. But, I may.ken who did. Jamie, can I come in?"

"Nae, If ye have such info, give it to the constables."

"Do you know her, Miss Beauchamp?" The other detective Rupert Davidson, asks.

"No. I have never heard the name."

"How about you Mr Fraser, Miss Fraser?" Jamie and Faith look at each other, the question in both their eyes.

"Weel maybe. There was a lass by that name that we ken'd as bairns. We all played together when we were growing up. She was a bit younger. Her family moved away when she was nine." Faith says.

"And you haven't seen her since?"

"Not that we are aware of." Jamie said. "It has been so long that we could see her and naught recognize her."

"Of course."

"Do you how this Miss Mackenzie came to find Frank?" Claire asks.

"She said that they had a date he didn't show up for." Detective Murdo says carefully watching her reaction.

"Oh." She says softly. Jamie moves back up against her taken her cold hand in his. He rubs heat back in it.

"Do you believe her?" Faith asks.

"We are investigating. Since she found him, she is a suspect." Detective Davidson replies.

"Good. We will cooperate. We've naught to hide." Jamie says.

"I am sure we will have more questions." Detective Davidson says. "Do you know if Mr Randall has any relatives?"

"No. His parents are long dead. He was an only child. I don't know if he has any distant relatives."

"Okay. Thank you."

"What will they do with him?"

"Until the investigation is over, we will have him. After, if we can't find any relatives, the country will bury him. I assume you don't want to bury him?"

"No." Curt and to the point.

"Okay. Thank you for your time. We will let you know if we have anymore questions." Detective Murdo says as he and Detective Davidson gets up.

"Thank you." Faith gets up and escorts them to the door. Ned Gowan follows.

"Are ye okay Claire?" Jamie asks.

"You slept outside my door."

"Out of all that has happened, that is what ye are focused on?"

"Yes, I don't want to think about Frank dating, or dying alone. Being poisoned. So, yes Jamie, I want to focus on the sweet thing you did for me. The incredible gentlemenly thing you did for me."

"Twas naught." He shrugs.