Chapter Twenty-One
With Carl en route to the police station, Amy’s name spouting out his mouth, they had another link between Amy and Macalister’s killer.
‘Damn it!’ Callan tried to get comfortable in his seat, a checklist running through his mind. ‘Pamela’s still not called ye back.’
‘Now that we’re here, should we knock on her door? Her father won’t beat you up, will he?’
Callan peered out of the car window and watched Tim swipe the sweat from his brow. ‘We can ask him. He looks more beaten than someone who’d do the beating.’
Aileen asked; Tim agreed. If his daughter could help get his wife out of trouble, he’d try anything.
Callan sympathised.
‘Amy dropped me off today, said she had to go to the mall. I’d appreciate it if ye could get me home too?’
An alarm blared in Callan’s mi
