CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Last night’s had been another restless, patchy sleep as Georgie’s brain was overbusy. Songs, snippets of conversations, and wistful thoughts competed with her plans for finding Goyne and the two stories she owed Bullock. One was on Goyne, if her instincts proved right and she could track him and the truth down; the second was the feature she’d been assigned in the first place, and she hoped Ally would still be at its centre.
Tired but fuelled by adrenaline, she tried her wireless – it was still cactus, so her first task today would be a return to Daylesford Library to complete the title searches on the Yandoit property.
Then she’d hang around places everyone had to go some time or other, on the slim chance of sighting her mugger or Goyne.
Her only other idea was re
