Chapter Seventeen
‘Mr Halston wanted to discuss the files found at Erwin’s.’ DCI Rory Macdonald said the moment he saw Callan.
Rory greeted Halston and ushered him into his office.
The man straightened his tie before plopping onto the chair. His feet kissed the ground, short as he was. This was perhaps the first time Callan had seen Halston without his scrubs or a mask. Yellow teeth, as dented as an anthill, flashed at Callan. ‘After my colleague worked on the files, we discussed them. Our forensic accountant hasn’t found the pattern in the logs.’
‘I hear a “but”, Mr Halston.’
‘But the files – the ones in the cabinets that you found – they seem to be a patient repository of sorts. And instead of ailments, the files contain family secrets.’
‘You think Erwin used the files to blackmail
