CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
Georgie was sitting with her chin in her hands. The other two hadn’t moved for ages either. Paralysed by waiting.
It feels wrong.
She couldn’t shake the sensation. Stupid when it’d been less than sixty minutes.
The radio came to life. Darma’s voice and callsign. The three of them gathered in.
‘Jeanette Roselle has been safely apprehended.’
The uniform grabbed the mic. ‘And the two Hansens?’
‘Negative.’
‘s**t,’ the female detective muttered what Georgie had thought.
‘We have detained two males with Roselle, but they are not the Hansens. We believe these males were with her to provide a decoy.’
‘The Hansens got away?’
Darma hesitated. ‘For now.’
‘Do you have any leads?’
‘Yes. Put out a KALOF for that truck Georgie saw here on Thursday.’
The detective whisp
