CHAPTER TWELVE
‘Six o’clock – it should be light enough to do another search soon.’ Lunny had his back to the wall of French doors in the family room.
Franklin assessed the heavy lines around his mouth and the pallor of his complexion. Then he remembered the sarge’s flare-up at Kat, blatant even over the phone. Unusual, but they were all toey.
He went back to study the map Sam had printed from the net.
Lunny added, ‘Hardly ideal conditions for a search though. It’s arctic out there.’
Kat snapped, ‘It’s hardly ideal conditions to be lost in either.’
Franklin sent her a warning stare. ‘Kat!’
She gave Lunny a pained look, mouthing Sorry.
The sarge shook his head showing no offence taken. Then he tucked his hands under his armpits.
‘We have to accept that it’s going to be a tough day.
