Chapter Fourteen
Callan let Aileen work on the ancient computer in her cupboard-like room. The space closed in on him, but she’d said if the drive contained some corrupt files, better to sacrifice this computer than his.
He agreed, especially since he had no clue how a small pen drive could ‘corrupt’ a laptop. Blast, he sounded worse than his father!
Arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the computer screen as Aileen clicked.
She reached somewhere near her feet and plugged the pen drive in.
Five minutes of tapping his foot on the floor later, Callan swore if the drive didn’t corrupt the computer, he would smash it to bits. ‘How long does the bloody thing take!’
Aileen tutted. ‘Come on, Callan. Patience, remember? It’s a good virtue to have, so a famous detective once said.’
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