CHAPTER SEVEN
‘Grab your gear, Sam. First job.’ Franklin swooped up cap and folder, grabbed keys off the board and held the door for the young officer.
Inside the marked four-wheel drive, he explained, ‘We’ve got a callout to an overnight incident at a warehouse.’
He zipped the truck through the Burke Square roundabout and nosed up Albert Street.
‘Vandalism and burglary. Vics are a well-liked local couple. Angelo and Maria Galassi.’
He hooked the wide bend and indicated left into Spa Drive. ‘The business is called Magical Mineral Springs Party Hire.’
‘Ahh, is that it?’ Sam pointed to a musk-stick pink and white striped building.
Franklin patrolled by or dropped in at the place regularly but saw it through her eyes as she said, ‘It looks good enough to eat, doesn’t it?’
He pulled up
