Georgia's POV:

Once they leave me, I climb into the front seat, desperate to see whatever is visible from the car, although apparently that isn't much.

I watch as Trent and my father put on their bullet-proof vests and I send a silent prayer out to anyone who might be listening that they won't get hurt.

I'm counting the minutes, almost the seconds but time doesn't move quickly at all. They are standing just within the police cordon. Trent appears completely at ease, ...