Fourteen
Twenty-year old Georgina Brock’s driver’s licence listed her address as being in the leafy eastern suburbs. The address of her parents, according to Motor Registrations. Carl went to the address with PC Highland, a community liaison officer, who would handle arrangements once he had broken the news to Georgina’s parents.
When Carl knocked on the door of the large stone house, set back from the road behind a manicured cypress hedge and a lawn large enough to play bowls on, it was opened by a middle-aged woman with a head of bleached blonde hair, dressed in jeans and an off-white silk blouse that did little to conceal her feminine assets.
‘Mrs Brock?’ asked Carl.
‘Depends who wants to know, Luv.’ She grinned at him but did not come out on to the porch.
Carl smiled, and thought
