CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Franklin paced the room until Slam told him off. So he moved to the hallway and stalked through the station, grunting at Maeve when she asked if he was okay, shaking his head as he passed the sarge’s office in answer to Danni’s mute question.
His mobile was wrapped in his hand on ring and vibrate, the volume up to full. But every couple of seconds, he rechecked the screen.
He thumped his forehead with his free hand.
I shouldn’t have asked Georgie to do it. God help me if something happens to her.
With his next step, his mind switched to Hanny and his gut shrivelled. He didn’t want to think about what she’d been through with Ealding, but he couldn’t stop.
He reached a point of wondering if she’d be better off dead.
Georgie hoped she wasn’t overdoing it. She used a
