Chapter Twelve
Pelham BitLogan saw no point in driving to the fire station. He took Hana to lunch at a cafe in Parnell and they discussed reporting Tama missing.
“That’s one of the things I wanted to ask Bodie.” She pushed away the remains of her cheese sandwich and picked up her coffee. “He assumed the worst as soon as I mentioned Tama’s name.”
Logan shrugged and set his cutlery on his empty plate. He shifted the fork with his index finger to make it parallel to the knife. “He’s formed an opinion of us and we have one of him.” His sigh held more sadness than disgust. “It’s ironic that he borrowed money he never paid back, but my whānau wouldn’t dream of behaving in the same way. If your word counts for nothing, then what’s left?”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Hana ran her hand over her eyes. “
