Eilidh stared at the old Hager unit in her hand. It was heavier than it should be. Denser. She looked at the pristine new breaker in its plastic clamshell. Standard copper. Useless.
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
Outside, the rain softened. For the first time in weeks, a sliver of moon broke through the clouds over the Atlantic. Somewhere deep in the black water, a 1942 U-boat’s ghost circuit searched for a frequency that no longer answered. Eilidh stared at the old Hager unit in her hand