CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Georgie eyed the green dot next to Wylder’s avatar on the right of her screen. She told Josh, ‘He’s online.’
She stared at her phone, considering how to play it. AJ took her profile picture four years ago. Her long wavy hair was in a ponytail under a baseball cap and huge sunnies covered most of her face. Not surprisingly, she wore a singlet top under her favourite black leather jacket—the one she had on tonight—with jeans, and she might pass for twenty-two; much older than Hannah or Zena, yet eight years off her real age.
She browsed through some of Wylder’s 3,577 friends. Most were females and they ranged from obviously underage to mid-twenties. They varied broadly in looks and ethnicity, so she banked on him being addicted to the hunt more than a specific type.
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