Chapter Twelve
The rest of the day passed without a hitch. Going to bed that night, Aileen hoped there wouldn’t be any new surprises.
Her car had been towed by the mechanic, but it would take at least a week for her new tyres to be delivered to Loch Fuar; they weren’t the sort the garage kept in stock. Despite that small annoying detail, Aileen assured herself the night would be a peaceful one. Peace meant no thieves, false alarms or murders, she specified, if luck was listening.
Everyone felt on alert, and even her obscure guests seemed to be keeping an eye out for suspicious activities.
With that knowledge, Aileen shut her eyes and willed for sleep.
She got what she wanted, because the next time she opened her eyes, it was daylight.
Unlike her content smile, the day didn’t share he
