CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Georgie made it back to the threshold of the family room before the frantic futility pulsing through the place hit her afresh. She sighed, her heart heavy, recognising the same feeling in the facial expressions of those around her.
The only exception was Dean Pickett. He jostled colleagues as he hunted for better mobile reception.
‘Who? Sorry, we have a bad line. Say again?’
Georgie’s phone vibrated and she checked the screen, dreading two callers – ex-boyfriend AJ and magazine editor Sheridan Judd. She’d ignored both earlier today. But the text was from Matt Gunnerson and her shoulders relaxed.
‘Got nothing more than what was in my article this AM. Managed to keep your names out of it for now. Updates your end?’
She wrote back ‘None’ as Pickett repeated, ‘Say ag
