Chapter Nineteen
‘I’ll take ye for a camel if ye hunch like that!’
Aileen rubbed her eyes before checking her watch. ‘Oh, I missed lunch! I’m so sorry. Are you—’
Siobhan waved her hands. ‘I’m ninety years old! I can cook my own meals if I’m hungry. Or I can use ma phone to order them. You find the bampot who hurt the man ye love.’
Aileen managed a small smile, the word ‘love’ vibrating through her bloodstream like poison. ‘I’m just…’
Her gran slid onto a bar stool and peered at the papers she’d scattered everywhere on the kitchen counter. ‘Ah, I always thought ye’d become a stuffy lawyer, but this suits ye, doesn’t it?’
‘I’ve worked in accounting for so long. And it’s easy really. The numbers talk. See here, Macalister has two sets of records. This one, the one in the second file, lo
