Chapter Seventeen
When Callan messaged to say her he’d call her back later, Aileen considered chewing his head off.
‘He never picks up my calls – never!’ She gestured frantically to a stunned Isla.
‘Why don’t we go to the police station ourselves?’ Isla asked.
The two of them bundled into Aileen’s car and sped down the road, heading for the market square.
Stepping inside the coffee-scented office, they found only Robert behind the reception desk.
Aileen hissed. ‘Crap!’
Robert’s eyes widened. ‘Aileen! Isla! What’s the matter?’
Aileen narrowed her eyes. ‘Where is he?’
The police constable scratched the back of his head. ‘Callan? He’s at—’
Robert was saved from answering when a car engine rumbled into the silent street outside the police station. Aileen watched as the two burly dete
