CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Back at the station, Franklin considered sticking around to deal with the paperwork but reckoned Lunny would cut him slack until the morning. He knocked out a message on his mobile and waited.
He rocked sideways in the swivel chair. He breathed loud and deep and craved a smoke. His body was beyond weary. It ached with exhaustion.
Beep.
Franklin reached for his phone. One new message: ‘Come over.’
It only took a few minutes to drive across and the door opened as soon as he lumbered onto the step.
Without a word between them, Talitha took his hand and drew him inside. Her shiny black tresses swayed as she navigated furniture in the softly lit hallway. Her short nightie showed a lot of tanned skin.
After a small hesitation, she led him to the living room. She had b
