Chapter Fifteen
Aileen rubbed her forehead. She’d taken a pill, but the headache hadn’t eased, just like sleep hadn’t come.
She stared at the screen, eyes almost bleeding with fatigue.
Amy Downie.
She’d searched that woman until she was sure there was nothing left to find.
The newspaper clipping, which she’d photocopied, sat next to her yellow notepad and pens.
Amy Downie came from money. Her ancestors’ several business investments had reaped the Downies a healthy income, which she spent on the nicer things in life.
Her mother, a businesswoman in her own right, had started several enterprises and succeeded in them.
Both parents had died in an accident somewhere in Asia while on a business trip.
Judging by the eulogy, their deaths hadn’t been a huge loss to the two surviving childr
