Chapter Ten
Slashed had been a kind word. Someone had destroyed her car tyres – all of them.
‘I’m so sorry. I thought if I got everything sorted in the bakery, I could come and visit you later.’ Isla had come out of her shop after hearing all the commotion. ‘I didn’t see anyone by your car but,’ she sighed, ‘I was in the back, baking. No one comes over before I bake the latest batch. And we have no leftovers to sell either!’
‘When’s that? You sell your latest batch at…’ Callan interrupted.
‘Five sharp – and always have.’
Callan glanced at his watch; it was nearly five. But there weren’t many people around.
‘It was alright when I passed by earlier,’ he observed.
He was naturally observant anyway, but his training had made him exemplary. Anything out of the ordinary would have drawn h
