CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The Queensland prefix boded well and in two seconds, Franklin confirmed yet another cop from the Mount Isa station was his caller. It frustrated the hell out of him that he had to spend thirty seconds doing meet and greet – he knew the value of exchanging chitchat and building relationships but just wanted the bottom line, whether Savage was in or out of the frame.
The Mount Isa bloke said, ‘I guess you don’t really wanna know that I’m knocking off soon to see my six-week-old son – I can’t get enough of the little cutie, ay.’
He guessed right, but Franklin made polite noises.
The fellow came to the point. ‘Right, well, we interviewed our Ric Spicer; your Rick Savage.’
He talked as Franklin scribbled notes. It wasn’t hard to keep up, he spoke so slowly.
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