Chapter Eleven
Patricia had moved to Dachaigh since the police had taken over her house. It would take a couple of days to set everything to rights.
Callan knocked on her door, and it opened a crack. ‘Get lost! I have nothing to say to you.’
‘Ms Adair.’ Callan kept his tone professional. He didn’t want another complaint, so he treaded carefully. ‘I need to know about the chain.’
With an indignant air, Patricia rolled her eyes at him. ‘My friend persuaded me to polish the chain. Clean out the old memories and give it away. I hate uncertainty. His disappearance is unresolved – it’s unsettling.’
Why not use the dustbin? Callan wanted to ask, but the clock ticked. She’d slam the door in his face soon.
‘Why did you get the name “Callan” engraved on it, after removing yours?’
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