CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Franklin and Howell stalked into the Bacchus Marsh CIU rooms bang on time for the 4.00pm briefing headed by their boss, Detective Senior Sergeant Si Waldo. A sudden silence hit the gathering of detectives and uniforms. A whisper started towards the back of the room, followed by a hissed, ‘Shush.’ The sympathy on the face of one of the Ds made Franklin centre on the female detective by the bloke’s side. Her hungry curiosity was easier to deal with…until he guessed she was about Sam’s age and her undiluted interest reminded him of Sam’s first day at Daylesford.
‘John.’ Waldo stopped, pinning his bottom lip with his top one. Then he muttered awkward commiseration.
Franklin gave a sharp nod, wishing a hole would swallow him through the floor. He stood cross-armed with his
