Chapter Eighteen
Callan knocked on Rory’s office door. ‘It’s Erwin.’
His gut screamed a warning bell. Aileen’s in trouble. Her fifteen minutes were up, and she still hadn’t answered her phone.
Rory jumped out of his seat and whipped his arms into his coat. ‘Let’s bring the bastard in.’
Brrrng. The sound of Callan’s phone made both officers halt in their tracks.
Seeing Aileen’s name on the screen, relief shot through him. Where had she been all this time?
‘Aileen?’
Someone mumbled, the voice hoarse. Fear scorched the relief. Who was it?
‘Hey!’ he roared. She should’ve been at Dachaigh ages ago. What was she playing at?
Callan called out to her again only to receive a grunt in response. Then someone spoke in muted tones, again in that hoarse voice.
Aileen didn’t have a hoarse voice
