Chapter Two
Patricia Adair lived in a tiny apartment over her electrician’s shop. Like Callan, she loved to work.
The history he shared with her made his skin itch.
Two years of his life at the most foolish age, he’d spent running in circles around her. What had he been thinking?
And now, according to Rory, she’d been the last person to see Blaine before he disappeared. And he’d never known.
Before he cut the engine, a shrill droning rumbled inside Patricia’s shop.
Bloody hell!
His breath stuttered and his shoulders bunched up.
He’d promised Rory. He had to do this.
Callan peered through the window to see the tall blond woman bent over a mess of wires and cables attached to an oven. She muttered to herself as she dug into the blob.
With rigid fingers, he knocked against the grimy
