CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Franklin slapped his forehead. ‘Shit.’ He’d forgotten his promise to Georgie that he’d monitor for signs of Goyne.
Even the callout to the lake about a suspicious woman hadn’t earned more than a cursory scan for the fugitives while he worked the job, which itself turned out to be a non-starter. Witnesses had provided wildly different descriptions of the stranger and nothing concrete as to why she’d raised their hackles. Merely that she’d been acting strangely and lurking. Finding bugger all, they moved on.
Franklin figured they had time for a quick recce and phone call to Georgie.
A blast of rock music broke Georgie’s trance.
As soon as she answered, the caller said, ‘Where are you?’ No preliminaries. Franklin.
She mumbled, ‘Your place.’
‘Good.’
She heard happy sh
