CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
After leaving Alec’s best mate, Franklin decided working through the rest of Bel and Alec’s friends would be his priority this morning. Difficult calls. And he honestly didn’t expect much to come out of them, but he had to exhaust every avenue.
The next address ran off Farm Road. As he throttled down for the approach, he backflipped and threw a U-turn instead. He wove through the short distance to Riley’s Lane and stopped at the gate to Goodlife Farm. He couldn’t bring himself to look at what was out front and kept his gaze averted.
Returning to the place where Irvy and the four Murrays had died knocked him worse than it had with Howell two days ago. He rode up the driveway and left the bike. The air still held a toxic pong. Ash blew across his path with a gust of ic
