Aileen halted her perusal of the notes. ‘What about the autopsy and toxicology reports?’
‘Damned Loch Heaven police won’t hand them over.’
‘There’s one address here. It says it’s the Houndress’s lair.’ Aileen stabbed a finger on the page.
Holding out a hand for the book, Callan settled it on his lap as Aileen swivelled her torch to illuminate the page.
‘I don’t think so.’ Callan shook his head. ‘This is too dangerous to do without backup.’
Aileen pursed her lips. ‘Come on!’
‘What happens when a thug makes us out and brings us to Morticia Luna? It’s essentially one and a half versus Morticia Luna’s well-trained goons.’ Callan reasoned.
‘One and a half?’ Aileen’s voice was soft, a little too quiet.
Oh no. Callan realised his mistake.
Aileen punched him in the arm. It didn’t hurt, bu
