CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Georgie squatted beside her rear left tyre. ‘s**t!’ She leaned her forehead against the Spider’s quarter panel and shut her eyes. After a deep sigh, she inspected the tyre and the bitumen around it, but couldn’t see an offending spike, broken glass or similar cause for the flat, although it could be stuck between the compound and tarred road.
Was she just unlucky? Instinct told her to check the other tyres. She skimmed forward and saw another flat on the front passenger wheel.
She swore again but it didn’t help, especially when she walked around the other side of the convertible and saw those tyres were pancakes.
Someone had declared war.
Franklin strained through the windscreen. ‘Sam, slow down.’
Their callout had been to Creek Street, and they were returning to
