Chapter Thirteen
That afternoon, Callan sat in his office muttering expletives at Douglas’s cat. He’d gone and prodded over Warren’s vegetable garden again. Didn’t that fluffy eejit understand boundaries?
Callan had been so excited that Aileen had copies of the notebooks that he hadn’t got any sleep.
Slurping coffee, Callan eyed the murder board.
What did they know so far? Marley Watson had driven to Loch Fuar, and a car had followed hers. This hound-masked person had sported red-hair when he’d parked the car at the lot. Then there was another slick car which followed them. That one belonged to Morticia Luna. Her goon had accompanied her.
As far as he knew, Marley had plans to extract money from Morticia Luna. But a simple handoff could take an hour or two at the maximum. What were th
