Chapter Six
Callan wouldn’t admit it out loud, but his arm didn’t smart as often after Officer Crawford had worked on it. Her touch had been maternal, a balm in itself.
The ceasing of at least one throbbing limb made it easier to think about the case.
They returned to Aileen’s room.
Callan strode over to the window. Hands crossed, he gazed outside. The sky had opened up and rain pelted, sending ice cream vendors and tourists scuttling for shelter. Only the well-prepared or brave dashed through the pitter-patter.
Behind him, Aileen shuffled through her satchel and sank into the chair by the desk.
He’d initially known Marley Watson was bad news. But he’d never imagined getting entangled in such a mess. People threatening and attacking them was indeed far too dangerous. But if he asked
