CHAPTER SIXTEEN
‘What’s going on?’
Georgie recognised Lunny’s voice, though she’d rarely heard him sound so frantic, as the sergeant came up with Scott Hart at his heels. He went to push through to the ruined house, and Franklin blocked them both with an arm.
Forced to stay metres back, the newcomers jostled for view. They couldn’t fail to spot the boots under the rubble.
‘Is it Grant?’
It took Georgie a second to realise he meant Irvy. Nobody at the station used his real name in normal circumstances.
‘Fuck.’ Harty swore up at the sky.
Moments ago, everything Georgie had felt was for Franklin. Fierce protectiveness combined with doubt. Torn by wanting to physically comfort him and being strong to help him through.
But the rawness of the two Daylesford coppers’ reactions sent jarrin
