CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Franklin observed the way Kat stood apart from the group and the stiff set of her back – she was fighting to hold herself together. He couldn’t stop himself and moved in.
‘Hey, kid.’ He slid an arm over her shoulders. ‘Hang in there.’
‘Dad.’ Kat’s voice was raw and scratchy. ‘Don’t be nice to me. Please.’
He heard her swallow hard and gave her a squeeze.
They didn’t speak again for a few minutes. Around them, the tendrils of fog lightened with the break of dawn. They heard car doors slam and deep barks.
‘Dog squad’s here.’
She nodded.
‘The Search and Rescue choppers should be able to get up later this morning – when the low cloud lifts and the wind drops.’
His daughter nodded again.
‘There’ll be another briefing in about twenty minutes to go over the grids and
