Chapter Five
Isla rubbed her hands. ‘Ready to go sleuthing?’
Aileen grinned. ‘Oh, as I’ll ever be.’
Like the previous day, Aileen parked her car in the adjacent street to be as inconspicuous as possible.
As one, they rounded the bend, Isla whispering, ‘In case we get caught I have the perfect excuse.’ She pulled out a packet of shortbread with her packaging on it. ‘Don’t most people get lost making deliveries?’
They discreetly clapped their hands. Brilliant excuse!
‘We’re taking the air. It’s not illegal, is it?’
A car ambled past them, its purr briefly cracking the silence. A tune carried through an open window as someone sizzled a savoury dish in their pan.
When they neared the shrubs where Aileen had hidden the previous day, she pointed to the spot. ‘Callan had parked his car he
