Georgia's POV:

I wear ugly shoes to work every day just so I can give chase to criminal thugs for a living. I'm running at top speed and yet I'm still losing them.

My arm is definitely broken.

It's burning violently, practically screaming at me, but I won't cry. I won't scream. I won't because right now I need to catch up with Trent.

Crumbs, that boy can run, I think to myself as I struggle to breathe.

Eventually, I have to stop. I'm completely winded. I ...