CHAPTER FOURTEEN
‘Right, come on down to the station and ask for me, Constable Scott Hart.’ He concluded his phone call and stared at his mate. ‘You were harsh on Sam before.’
Franklin held up a finger, wrote himself a note and turned back to Harty. ‘Nuh, doing it for her own good –’
‘Really?’ Harty’s one word dripped sarcasm.
‘You answered the phone and missed when I explained the realities to her. All the bits of overtime we don’t bother putting in for and getting called into work at the worst possible times.’
‘True enough.’
‘I said, “Take it from me, make the most of your rest days”.’
‘Fair enough. But tell me her little crush on you had nothing to do with it?’
Franklin’s cheeks flared. He shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.
‘She looks at you with doe eyes.’
He expl
