‘Does your client know Richard Grant then?’
‘Not personally he doesn’t. Mr Grant is staying at the inn, a few rooms down from my client.’
‘But they were seen together in the tea room in town, nice and cosy.’
Callan flashed his teeth when the lawyer called it a bluff.
‘Ye should know, people in a small town such as this one thrive on gossip, and they don’t like the ugly stamp of murder on their home either. And Barbara’s a good friend of mine. So she told me.’ As had Aileen, but he didn’t want to bring her name into it.
The lawyer waved a hand. ‘It was a brief run-in.’
Callan laughed. ‘Having a good blether the entire afternoon? That’s hardly brief. I’ve got multiple witnesses that say you had yer heads stuck together for hours as ye poured over some papers.’
At that revelation, the
