CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Franklin gunned the Ninja whenever he thought he’d get away with it and pulled back to the speed limit when he knew it was useless to push his luck against fixed speed cameras. His hands ached from over-gripping, back twinged with knotted tension under his leather jacket and head thumped with unanswered questions – some of them nothing to do with Hannah.
Traffic on the arterial moved freely, the small mercy of travelling in the early hours on a weekend. He’d forgotten that time had shifted forward an hour with the onset of daylight saving until Gunner had reminded him. That lost hour bothered him.
It grated on him that he hadn’t been on the spot, leading the chase. He should’ve been there for Hanny when she was found. Likewise, he should’ve been there to check Georgie
