CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Georgie lay staring at the shadowy ceiling. AJ muttered in his sleep and resettled.
She chewed over Anna Shaw’s words: The what ifs will inevitably be on their minds until they bury him.
She felt achingly alert, but in the middle of the night, not much could be achieved.
Soon three questions filled her thoughts. They were improbable and yet made her blood tingle, simultaneously excited and troubled.
What if Warren Goyne wasn’t a victim of the fire?
What if he did have amnesia and hadn’t yet regained his memory?
Her heartbeat raced.
What if he’d disappeared on purpose?
Lou Reed’s classic Walk on the Wild Side switched on in her head.
Whenever Georgie had trouble sleeping, she heard parts of songs on repeat in her mind. Sometimes they were tunes she’d sung along
