CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Georgie’s mind was an eagle picking at roadkill in between cars flashing past. Her thoughts circled and swooped, but didn’t quite lock on to any meat. Each time she came close, she was ricocheted back to the police station at Daylesford this afternoon.
She’d let herself in, and found Maeve in the kitchen arranging fresh flowers in the vase that was part of a memorial to Irvy and Sam. Without a word, they’d fallen into a hug. Harty and Slam had come in then. Harty had taken one look at their teary faces and buckled onto the nearest chair, sobbing like a bewildered kid. Slam had kept himself together by opening and shutting the fridge door continually, once freezing to ask if he should get Lunny to join them, then his pace revving up when Maeve said it was best to leav
