Chapter Seventeen
Aileen jostled in the seat of her car and let an uncharacteristic curse slip. ‘Bloody hell.’ Swear words were flying out of her these last couple of days.
Her eyes stung with unshed tears, her left arm throbbing something fierce.
Apparently, the effects of the pain medication and the day’s excitement were wearing off.
Swallowing the pain, Aileen reached for her car keys. To her horror, her arm barely moved.
‘Ouch!’ She bit her lip to curb the agony. A doctor needed to check this. She had, after all, injured her left arm this summer.
Should she call Callan for help?
No, she was strong, confident, and independent. Besides, this case had frustrated him, yet with a dogged effort, he continued the investigation. Hadn’t she just left him in peace so he could focus on it
