CHAPTER TWENTY
‘Crow Street, Daylesford.’
‘Shush, please.’ Franklin held a finger to his lips to mute the chatty stallholder, giving a half-smile apology. While listening to his portable radio, he forked out cash for the antique fishing reel, no time to bargain. Lunny would love it; that’s all that mattered.
‘Altercation between one male, one female. The female is injured, the extent of injuries unknown.’
He called, ’Slam,’ pointing at his radio. ‘That’s ours.’
Franklin grabbed his purchase, sprinted for the patrol car, fumbled for the keys as he ran.
‘Ambulance has dispatched. ETA twelve minutes. Approach with care. Witnesses are unsure if the offender is armed…’
His partner responded to the operator as they jumped into the car. Franklin flicked on strobes and cursed the bottleneck
