Chapter Seven
Isla hummed and sat back in the chair. They’d brought Carly along to the bakery, and after Isla had instructed her two part-time employees to manage the crowds, they’d slipped into her office.
Andrew informed them of Callan’s visit. Aileen rolled her eyes.
Talk about mixed signals.
Now a handful of chocolate wrappers were scattered across the table, and Aileen’s notepad lay open to the notes she’d taken.
‘Let’s head to Hailey Noah’s. What do you say? She was Blaine’s friend, wasn’t she?’
Aileen scoffed. ‘We can’t just barge into her house and question her!’
Isla swatted the air, apparently at ease with strutting into a stranger’s house. ‘She’s a regular at the bakery, and we talk often. She won’t mind.’
Aileen turned into the parking area for Adelaide’s Arty World aft
