Chapter Nineteen
Fatigue forgotten, Aileen and Callan raced to Loch Heaven.
The car’s headlights hardly illuminated the roads, but Aileen caught sight of a feral eye or two from deep within the woods. There were no other cars on the road. It was just them in the middle of nowhere, armed with purpose.
Aileen’s heart thudded with anticipation. Real hope blossomed this time. They would find Andrew.
They’d called Walsh, who’d promised to send a police constable and find the librarian. He’d been unable to come himself, preoccupied with another case.
The poor visibility didn’t hinder Callan’s pace. He pressed down hard on the accelerator, his car hugging the curves of the road, and they arrived at the library in thirty minutes rather than the usual forty-five.
There a police officer, dress
