CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
Georgie inched closer to Ram Bruner and Pandu Darmawan, pretending to read an email on her phone while throwing glances at the arson detectives.
Bruner appeared agitated, fidgeting with the tail of his tie. ‘How long for the warrants?’
Darma held up a finger, listening to a message on his mobile. He disconnected. ‘Another hour?’
Georgie detected a small question mark on the timing.
‘It’s been four already – 12.30 now.’ Bruner puffed his cheeks. ‘And CIRT?’
She pricked up at the mention of the critical incident response team. Fast-response specialists in high-risk jobs and kitted out with a greater range of equipment than general duties police, though not as high up the ranks as the hardcore men and women in black belonging to the special operations group: the soggi
