Chapter Nine
When Rory Macdonald tapped on his office door, Callan had fully woken up. Coming out of sleep to find Aileen and his boss laughing at his expense had downright annoyed him.
He’d changed out of his rumpled shirt now – like all hardworking detectives, he had a spare set of clothes with him – and had dumped a steaming cup of bitter coffee down his throat. It was only because of this that he nodded a greeting at Rory.
‘Working hard I see,’ Rory drawled.
Callan shrugged. ‘We haven’t had a murder here for a while and local folks would like to see its back already.’
‘They naturally feel a bit scared.’ Rory scrutinised the murder board. ‘Ye know something about murder and its brutality. That’s why ye've got this case.’
Callan nodded. ‘I dug into our records as well as internet r
