Chapter Four
Aileen had resorted to stalking. Why else would she be on Wallace Street?
And now she’d landed in some kind of trouble. Callan rolled his eyes. Never a dull moment with her, indeed.
When his car turned into Wallace Street, he hit the brake. What in the world?
Paramedics rushed and residents poured out onto the street, the haloing light of the ambulance flaring like a beacon above the crowd.
Callan rushed towards the ambulance, heart in his throat. The sweet smell of home never registered; nor did the gawking faces.
Had Aileen hurt herself?
He saw the gurney, and his steps faltered. Not Aileen, but a frail old woman. Her waspishness had vanished in the past couple of hours since Callan had met her.
He came to a halt beside the gurney. ‘Ms Willoughby.’
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