CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Franklin nursed a coffee in the café on the ground floor. He chewed over his chat with Viv, regretting the timing of the incoming phone call that had made his decision for him. She had given every impression that she was a good one and might’ve offered further valuable local insight. But when Mrs Tesorino had asked him to come, he’d left for the hospital immediately.
‘Mr Franklin.’
The now very familiar voice of Sam’s mum cut into his thoughts. She and her husband circled the table to sit opposite him. Both groaned as they flopped into their seats as if exhausted.
They looked shattered too. Had an ashen tinge to their skin not completely due to the harsh-white fluoro lighting that wouldn’t be doing him any favours either.
‘Mr and Mrs Tesorino.’ Franklin shook hands w
