CHAPTER EIGHT
All quiet in the library. And once Clive Norling offered himself up as Georgie’s guinea pig, he turned from sceptical to obliging.
The librarian pulled volumes of books and folders off the shelves, downloaded information from various sites and piled it upon Georgie, accompanied by a patter of local narrative. But she sensed he wasn’t ready to talk about his Red Victoria experience. Not yet.
‘Your editor didn’t give you much of a brief.’
‘Uh-huh. She does that with special features. Says it gives us room to find our full potential. Either that or plenty of rope to hang ourselves.’
He guffawed.
They spent the next few minutes lost in separate thoughts. He proffered a tin of butterscotch and they sucked on lollies, their silence unbroken.
Georgie kept brooding over the Po
