Chapter 13
FRANKIE and I looked at each other.
‘First time I’ve ever been asked if I’m a cop,’ Frankie said.
‘Me too.’
As we got back in the car, Frankie said, ‘Where’s Avalon?’
‘It’s a little coastal town – I don’t think it’s far from here.’
Frankie looked it up on her phone as I drove off. ‘It’s 82 kilometres to Avalon Beach. I’ll see if I can find any Magarrys in the White Pages.’
After a minute she said, ‘Hey, what do you know? There’s a C and L Magarry in Avalon. 26 Seagull Ave. The only Magarrys there – that has to be them.’
‘It looks promising,’ I agreed. ‘It will probably take us an hour and a bit to get to Avalon, so it’s a bit late in the day to turn up out of the blue on their doorstep. What about giving them a call?’
Frankie shook her head. ‘I don’t think we should rin
