CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Georgie’s mind drifted as she lay in a semi-conscious state. In her dream, a church organ played a heavy rock rhythm. It sounded like Waiting for the End by Linkin Park.
The volume raised and Georgie clicked she wasn’t dreaming. Her mobile was playing its new ringtone nearby, growing more insistent.
AJ jolted upright. ‘What the –’
‘Sorry. It’s my phone,’ Georgie murmured, easing him back to his pillow.
She felt around, strained her eyes and ears, anxious because in a few seconds the call would divert to message bank.
She glimpsed a tiny beam of coloured light and touched the mobile’s smooth, cold base. Lifting it close, her bleary eyes couldn’t make out the name on-screen.
‘Hello?’
‘Georgie, it’s me. Ally.’
‘Hang on.’
She tiptoed out of the bedroom in darkness
