Chapter Seven
Thud!
Callan’s fist connected with the papers on his desk. ‘Finally!’
The words glared back at him. DNA samples found in the car matched Ken Macalister’s perfectly. His ticket to Stirling.
He jumped up from his chair and strode over to Rory’s office. His boss was on the phone.
‘Hm… Are ye sure? Okay…’
Callan tugged at his jacket, shuffling his feet to kill time. One nod from Rory and he’d be off.
The receiver clicked home.
‘Rory—’
‘Ken Macalister,’ Rory whispered.
‘How did ye ken it was him?’
Rory gestured to the seat in front of his desk. ‘Sit. Coffee?’
Callan shook his head. ‘What’s this about?’
He’d seen his boss stressed, angry but never dejected. ‘Aileen Mackinnon’s in Stirling. The police caught her snooping around Shaeline Macalister’s house.’
Why couldn’
