CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
‘Don’t say it,’ Franklin warned.
Howell chuckled, but didn’t rub in that he’d predicted the nurse’s boyfriend wouldn’t be home. Franklin debated dialling the bloke’s mobile, but his partner had probably nailed that too – he’d be by Denise’s bedside at the Alfred in Melbourne. Five beds up from Sam. Phone switched off as dictated.
He walked across the verandah deck to the large double-hung window at the front of the house. Coloured leadlight panelling obscured the top half, but the bottom pane gave him a clear view.
The difference between the very traditional Californian bungalow exterior and muted colour scheme, and its bold, ultra-modern interior surprised him, but made sense. Definite stamp of a young couple.
He took in greater detail. Being at the front of the ho
