Chapter Three
Aileen stared at her phone screen with pursed lips.
Why wasn’t Callan answering her calls? Didn’t he know about the murder yet?
She shuddered, thinking about the scene.
Sitting on the stairs of an ambulance, draped in a blanket that didn’t keep the cold at bay, Aileen wanted someone to speak to. The people around kept her tears in check and her back ramrod straight.
Callan would be on his way here. Of course! No wonder he hadn’t answered her call.
As much as she’d hate to say it, she needed him. The walk through the woods had been terrifying and running into another body?
She’d barely been coherent when she’d called 999 and asked for an ambulance and the police – her phone mercifully getting a signal once more.
When she’d seen the blood matting the boy’s hair, she’d k
