The detective tilted her head. ‘You don’t need a lawyer at the moment. You’re free to go.’
Aileen blinked. Was this some joke?
Spiers gestured to the open door. ‘Please.’
Aileen swallowed the questions. It was past midnight, and she didn’t want to irritate this woman into locking her up.
As if manoeuvring through a field of landmines, Aileen put one foot out the door. She watched Spiers from the side of her eye. No handcuffs in sight.
Her other foot joined the one outside. Were they playing her?
Another officer handed her things over. Seeing her jacket and phone, it struck her how close she’d come to jail.
The door buzzed shut behind her, then: ‘Aileen.’
She turned to find Callan, his eyes rimmed with dark circles.
‘What are you doing here?’
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