Chapter Sixteen
The drive to the bakery was a silent one – a formal kind of silence, Aileen would call it. Isla still sat withdrawn into her own thoughts, and Aileen didn’t know whether to try to bring her out of her shell.
She wanted to figure out who’d tried poisoning Mr West, though there was no guarantee solving that mystery would get Andrew back if he had indeed been kidnapped.
At the bakery, she pulled up the CCTV footage. Dachaigh used the same software, so she knew how to sift through the data. ‘When did Edith say the call came?’
Isla gave her the precise day and time, and Aileen skipped through the footage until she and Isla were watching the afternoon crowd come and go.
‘This person had to have dropped by before to assess where the phone was and how you ordered the bags.’
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