CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
Franklin slipped out of the van and updated Bruner and his offsider. Jacquie went back to her post with the microphone in hand.
‘Bob, Hilda, this is Jacquie. I’d like you to talk to me. We heard Hilda give a bit of a noise back there. You can imagine we’re a little concerned for her, Bob. Can you let us know how you are, Hilda?’
Dead air from the shed, except for the dog that’d started barking again when the unmarked delivered the extra CIRTs.
‘Bob, then. Listen to me. Let me know how you’re going. And how your wife Hilda is. Then we can talk about what’s happened today.’
Franklin’s frustration was like a rising whistle in his ears. This was useless. He considered what the unit boss had said – they were assessing the situation. But background checks and all talk on
