“Yeah, thank you, Tom,” added Olivia.
Tom reversed out of his space “Which way are we going?”
Evelyn had no idea where Georgia might be. They were taking pot luck, no matter what they did. She could be anywhere by now. “Let’s head to the seafront. Georgie loves the beach.”
“We know she’ll be there tonight,” said Olivia. “She wouldn’t miss The Specials gig.”
“Right it is, then,” said Tom, turning the car onto Trafalgar Street.
Nick was watching the band’s groupies erect the stage on the beach outside the centre. His mobile kitchen was ready with soup and bread for his clients. The beach was already packed with fans waiting to watch their favourite band . . . Georgia’s favourite band. His anger had waned a little, but he still wanted to see her pretty face. He hoped he would see her wal
