Chapter Four
‘Aye, Callan. What’ve ye got?’ Rory’s candyfloss hair stuck out like Einstein’s. His shirt sat skewed and there were dark circles beneath his eyes, like smudges made with charcoal.
‘Schneider. Ken him?’
Rory raised an eyebrow. ‘A friend of a friend. And the one my family will speak to when I’m…’ He drew a finger across his neck. ‘How’s he linked to the arson case?’
Callan took a seat and told his boss the gist of his conversation with Aileen.
‘Ken Macalister. Can’t say I’ve heard of him. Did ye run him?’
‘Ex-private investigator. Had applied to the force but worked with corporates. Perhaps for the money.’ Callan placed a paper on Rory’s desk. ‘That’s the report we have on him. He retired, shut down his firm fifteen years ago. He’s a manager at a security firm now.’
‘But
