CHAPTER SIX
The caller was the one who had tried her phone only a few minutes ago. Apparently, they thought it was urgent. Georgie decided it wasn’t and she’d best keep the line open in case Franklin or one of the others rang.
Her phone beeped a moment after the last ring. They’d left a message this time.
‘You’ll still have to wait,’ she was muttering when the radio transmission went to static. She killed the switch. Sirens were suddenly loud inside the cabin and exacerbated her guilt. She couldn’t ignore the message – what if it was Franklin using someone else’s mobile? Or not him, yet it had to do with Korweinguboora.
She called her voicemail.
‘Miss Harvey? It’s Hilda Getty here.’
The delay was long enough for Georgie to think there was nothing further.
‘You met my husband earlier
