CHAPTER FIFTY
Franklin leaned on the wall near the phone and shut his eyes, blocking the harsh white fluoro lighting. Not far off falling asleep standing up.
The day had been never-ending. The break he’d taken after leaving Lucy Blakenish felt like a distant memory. He’d sat on the little deck of a striped beach box on Mornington beach. Watched waves curl and break in the dim moonlight, salt misting his skin and hair, cold goose-bumping his skin. Propped against the door until he couldn’t feel his arse, and wishing the rest of him would numb too.
What he’d learned from Lucy put things right in his mind about Alec and Bel. His instincts of them as a couple and separately, along with Bel’s determination to fight for her life, not give in, had been affirmed by her last conversation with Lu
