Chapter Thirteen
The chill enveloped him first, and then the icy wind found its way through his thick scarf.
Bloody hell!
Just when things couldn’t get any worse… Callan shivered.
Ensuring he’d locked the car and stuffed the key in his pocket – so the perp didn’t use it to get away – he blended into the darkness.
The shadows between the dim street lights crafted perfect hiding places. No wonder he’d managed to sneak in.
Callan skulked around a stray patch of light, a cat hurtling past into the hedges.
Dry twigs tugged at his woollen beanie and caught into his scarf, so he ducked, tucking his chin into his chest. One hard tug and the bushes would rustle. And on a still night, he’d give himself away like a searchlight.
One noiseless footstep in front of the other, he never inched int
