Chapter Ten
‘Are you sure?’
‘We processed it. I examined it myself.’
‘What about the rest of the papers?’
‘There are so bloody many of them. You know we can’t process them in hours.’
‘But you studied this?’
‘It was in a darned safe! Behind the cash!’
‘Go home, get some rest.’
‘I could say the same thing of you, Detective. But—’
Callan stared at Mr Halston sitting in his visitor’s chair, a mug of coffee by his elbow. Callan’s shift had ended a long time ago. All he wanted to do was check up on Aileen. But a man was dead and now Halston had found something disturbing.
The tall leather-bound book was as mysterious and important as it appeared. Its surface seemed polished with care, and its ochre pages were frayed at the edges to indicate years of use.
Halston handed Callan a pair o
