CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lightning slashed through the steely sky with a rifle crack of thunder. It sent quivers through the damaged nerves in Georgie’s left hand as an eerie graphite added to the skyline.
At just after 4.00pm, sunset shouldn’t be for another couple of hours, but a premature darkness had descended in the few minutes since she’d traded babysitting duties for standing outside. She rubbed her hand, craving a smoke. She had a secret pack of Benson & Hedges for emergencies. This rated, but she didn’t want to fall off the wagon in front of Franklin and Kat.
A car snaked up the driveway, diverting her thoughts. Her nose curled at the big boxy thing, two-toned poo-brown and silver with a thick chrome grill. Mr Belfrage had returned.
The Roller parked near the cluster outside the gara
