Chapter Twenty-three
CropThe chatter of Leslie and the children faded to background noise as Hana waited for her son. He approached the gate with exaggerated care, fumbling with the catch beneath the spotlight of her gaze. The driver remained in the vehicle, his head down as he studied something out of view. As Bodie closed the gate behind him, the noisy diesel engine ceased its rumbling.
Bodie offered a feckless wave as he navigated the gravel drive. No longer in uniform, he dressed in the awkwardness of someone unfamiliar with smart-casual. The hems of black jeans kissed the tops of shiny insteps, and his tee shirt showed the creases from an iron on the sleeves. As he scrunched across the gravel towards her, Hana realised the hat gripped in his left hand wasn’t police issue.
She spent
