Chapter 11Georgia adjusted the receiver as she sank into an overstuffed chair. Talking to her best friend always had a calming effect on her frayed nerves. Their friendship since childhood never wavered, despite the fact that Marion lived a couple of thousand miles north in the Yukon.
“You're kidding.” Marion's disbelief mirrored her own.
“Afraid not,” Georgia said.
“Have you talked to anyone else about this?”
“No way. I need to get my head around it first. I called you because I knew I could count on you to be impartial. My family'll probably go on tilt if I even consider this.” Georgia sat on the love seat and stared across the street at the park bench where Julie had sat this morning.
Marion let out a whistle. “How weird is that. It must have been strange sitting in your kitchen dr
