‘f*****g hell. What’s she up to now?’
Franklin pulled a U-turn at the roundabout and headed to the Coles car park. He zoomed into an empty space near the Advocate and slammed his door before Mick Sprague closed his folder.
Advocate ‘Hoy, Harvey. I’ve got a bone to pick with you.’
The writer dropped her cigarette and ground it with a sandalled heel. Her eyes bored into Franklin’s. They were deep brown pools that may as well have been steel shutters. He couldn’t fathom her thoughts.
‘Yeah? I planned to drop by today. You saved me the trouble.’
Cocky b***h.
Cocky bitch.‘You could face charges for your little efforts at Abergeldie the other day, Ms Harvey.’
Ms ‘What?’
What?‘Break and enter. Unlawful entry. Theft.’
‘You’ve got to be kidding.’ She looked shifty saying it.
‘C’mon, guys,
