Sensation finally returned to her legs. Fear of discovery overrode all else. Survival instinct kicked in.
Georgie faltered outside Schlicht’s garage. The most direct route was the driveway. But if the thugs turned up, she’d be dead. It seemed sensible to retrace her steps through the bush. Sensible but protracted. She looked in the opposite direction and caught a glimpse of metal. If it was the neighbour’s roof, it presented the safest exit.
If. If. Too many ifs.
If. If. Too many ifs.She pushed through the undergrowth. Stumbled, hauled herself upright and levelled with a bunch of broken stems on a shrub.
Here, there, she spied torn foliage. She crept forward, followed a corridor of damage. The wounds in the brush were clean, bright, recent. How recent? Today? Yesterday?
She noted scuf
