Chapter Seventeen
Aileen pursed her lips and looked around her. ‘Well, this is fun.’
It was half-past eleven, and they were ready. A few of Walsh’s officer pals had agreed to help, ready to face Roland’s wrath if it came to that. They all wanted justice, and they were riding high on Morticia Luna’s capture.
Aileen couldn’t sit with Callan, as he was to meet with the killer. She would be with Walsh.
The Loch Heaven detective had already stationed some of his men incognito around their meeting spot. Their murderer wouldn’t know what hit him.
Walsh stationed his black car over a mound overlooking the bridge. He had a pair of binoculars with him.
The detective cackled with laughter at her sarcastic tone. He was so loud, Aileen shuddered. ‘There’s no need to whisper. I hope you have patie
