CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After midday, Franklin returned a bunch of calls, surprised he hadn’t heard from Kendra. She had his mobile number, and she’d used it plenty over Irvy’s years at Daylesford. Once, when he was in court with his phone off and their little girl broke her arm. Another, when Irvy was doing a PD course, and his mum died; Kendra didn’t want to give him the bad news in a message, and Franklin volunteered to drive down to Melbourne to deliver it personally. And on a bunch of occasions fortunately less fraught.
But not today. And as far as he knew, none of them had. He scrolled through his contacts and hesitated over Kendra’s number.
Call her…and tell her what?
Better to wait until we know something more?
He scratched his chin, remembering how Bill Noonan, his original Daylesfo
