CHAPTER NINE
Franklin watched Sam’s eyelids quiver. Having a nightmare, or trying to come to?
He heard, ‘Mate,’ and rose, glancing around to Stuie, who regularly rode the HWP unit in the area. They shook hands, then Hallsy the sarge at Trentham and her constable Benno both slapped his back.
Hallsy asked, ‘How is she? And Irvy?’
Franklin kept a watch on Sam, filling them in as quietly as he could over the mayhem. He had to switch off from the sorrow on their faces, instead zoomed in on Sam.
He tossed up leaving one of the uniforms with her while he took the lead. Despite his earlier thinking about the requirement to focus on the crime scene, it was a crap decision.
‘Hallsy.’
She nodded.
‘I’ll stay with Sam until handover to the ambos. Get things started, okay?’
The sarge said, ‘Yes
