Chapter Thirteen
Isla didn’t know where Andrew was. Between her contacts and the police’s resources, they’d set up a search party by the afternoon.
The Loch Fuar grapevine worked double time, trying to search for the red-headed lad who served them their coffee and bread with a smile every day.
Callan had made his way to the swimming pool and checked the gym. He’d headed over to the security team of the university and gone through their surveillance. As Zay had claimed, the camera showed Andrew wave his friends off after dinner and head in the direction of the library.
At two, Callan’s stomach growled, reminding him he’d missed lunch. Aileen was at Andrew’s house with Finlay, the tech wizard, trying to locate Andrew’s devices.
Callan thumped the sergeant’s chair. ‘Call me if ye find an
