Chapter Seven
The only way for Aileen to stay busy was to cook. Callan had informed her that more police were on their way, and an hour and a half after he’d arrived, a forensic team followed.
She’d shown them the way. The other police constable, Robert Davis, had officially warned all her guests to stay in the town of Loch Fuar.
Even now her lodgers were scattered in the library or the drawing room.
Martha Smith was still distraught. The paramedic had checked up on her and advised rest in another empty room a while ago.
Aileen had squeezed two jugfuls of lemonade – for guests as well as the investigative team.
It was such a horrid affair, murder. And it was especially disastrous for her fledgling business.
Hadn’t she wanted adventure? Well, she had it now. Aileen thought sarcastica
