Chapter Fifteen
Callan slammed the brakes. His body’s momentum yanked at the seatbelt.
He leaped from his car, took a cursory glance at Aileen’s, and took off down the path to where Robert was banging on Pluto’s door.
‘Police! Open up!’
Callan cupped his mouth and used his entire lung capacity: ‘Pluto McCloughan! Open the door.’
He turned to Robert. ‘Locked?’
Robert nodded. ‘We’ll have to break in.’
A door slammed somewhere, and feet scampered over gravel. He pivoted on his heels, readying himself for whoever it was.
Jack McCloughan skidded to a halt beside Pluto’s house, his robe flapping and hair in disarray. ‘What the—?’ He wore combat boots, unlaced, and the barrel of his revolver pointed at them. ‘It’s 3 a.m.! What do you want?’
Callan pointed to the car park. ‘Aileen Mackinn
