CHAPTER TEN
Franklin glanced at Georgie and Howell, still poking around the SUV. Seriously, he should know better than to panic. The most acute danger had passed the moment Howell had opened the door.
They should’ve waited. But would he in their shoes?
A wind gust buffeted him, peeling back the corner of the burn sheet around Sam. He knelt and tucked it in. His mind pinged back to the SUV. There could be other triggers. The boot or bonnet release, glovebox lock, ignition.
He wanted to go and help, but Talitha had left, saying she had to cut the chain around a bunch of spare gas cylinders to move them, before hoisting the bolt cutters over her shoulder and pulling on her headgear. She had merged into the crowd and the fog of fumes in the air trapped by the moist black cloud above, and h
