Chapter Fourteen
Callan clutched the steering wheel in a death grip. Beside him, Robert tried unsuccessfully to slow them down.
‘Ye ken they could fine ye.’
Not now. Not when no one had seen Andrew for almost a day now. Every second ticking away would cost them.
Callan had to track him down, starting with speaking to Reid.
Aileen – thank God for her financial brains – had found just enough. They’d then had their team search for the data legitimately, helping them get a warrant. Reid’s company had misstated the financials, indicating money-laundering schemes and a false list of debtors.
Slimy pig!
Callan strode towards the weirdly shaped office with ‘Gammit Inc’ flashing in all sorts of colours at the summit. They cut through to the reception desk.
The receptionist gave them a warm
