Chapter Fifteen
‘I knew he was a Detective Creep Inspector.’ Aileen muttered.
Callan gnashed his teeth. ‘That bastard! Now we ken why he was so interested to keep the case closed.’
Stacking all the papers, Aileen placed them in the safe in the hotel’s cupboard. Carefully, she followed the instructions and locked them. They would be safe here than in her satchel. Lesson learnt. She wouldn’t carry pertinent evidence around.
She faced Callan again, her mind churning. ‘Callan, what if this red-haired man is Roland? What if Morticia Luna made him do it? That’s even more motive for him to keep this case closed.’
Callan walked to the window. ‘Feartie! That’s entirely possible. But where does that bring us with Walsh?’
Aileen didn’t know. But all that Walsh had done was help them thus far. H
