CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
For the whole time that Franklin sat beside Sam’s bed, he was on tenterhooks in case she arrested. The night slipped by while he stayed with her, amazed that the nurses didn’t boot him out.
He dragged himself away from the Alfred and mounted the Ninja for the return ride to Daylesford at predawn, well and truly beating peak hour. With thin traffic, his run was uneventful. Didn’t stop the crushing band of tension around his brain.
The sensation doubled when he arrived home.
Georgie’s Spider sat in the driveway, the windscreen, boot and bonnet sheeted in thin ice glinting in the morning light. It must’ve been there all night.
Georgie jolted awake, unsure what had woken her. Then she recognised the sound of Franklin’s bike throttling down to a stop. She raked her fing
