Where was that bastard?
On his way to the station, Hailey called. So he made his way to her place, surprised to find the store closed.
Red still blotched Hailey’s face, but her eyes were less swollen. She wore a loose white shirt and sweatpants, her thin arms gesturing him inside.
‘A colleague of mine came through. Ye might want to see this.’
She pulled up an image on her phone and showed it to him. He studied the receipt for polishing and engraving.
Hailey sat on the sofa and folded her arms. ‘He told me this person paid cash so there’s no way to know who paid for it.’
Callan handed the phone back to her. ‘Did this person hand the chain over on the same date as the invoice?’
She squinted. ‘I didn’t ask. I told him to remember as much as he could about the customer who gave him the
