CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Harty and Slam worked at their f*******: tasks, while Franklin’s priority was Ealding/Wylder. At best, Ealding was a stalker. But at worst, and in all likelihood, he was a predator – s****l, sadistic. Although he had a clean record, he had probably been building to this, escalating to a hunter with no limits.
It disgusted Franklin to have to immerse himself in Ealding’s sick-f**k world. And treading so close to a tripwire that would send Ealding underground scared him more than he’d admit to anyone, even Georgie.
He called in favours and crossed lines that would inevitably come back to haunt him. He might be looking for a new job after this.
A mate from his academy days was doing a drive-by of Ealding’s address: unofficial and in her spare time. She’d promised to re
