Georgia's POV:
I know this is a mistake, a bloody stupid one at that, before I even pull up outside the house. My hands are sweaty on the steering wheel as I park across the street. My teeth are clamped down on my lower lip, trying to hold it still, ceasing its trembling.
A flick of the curtains at the upstairs window tells me that he is waiting for me.
I tell myself that it's worth the risk, if I can save her life, even though I know the chances that she's still alive are dwindling by the second. She might already be dead. She probably is.
I have to try though.
I can't let one more person suffer in my place. I'm the one he wants. Even though I know none of this is my fault, I can't stop myself feeling responsible.
If we'd caught him the first time, if I'd realised that it was a double act... lives could have been saved. I feel like I've let them all down. I feel like I'm the reason they're all dead.
I have to save her.