Chapter Twenty-four
Horseshoe“Where did you find him?” Hana leaned against the corridor wall, her knees knocking inside her jeans. The bloated face swam before her vision and she sensed she’d remember it until her dying day.
“Sorry you had to go through that.” Bodie wrinkled his nose and released a sigh. “The paperwork described a tattoo, but you needed to see it, to be sure.”
Hana nodded and nausea threatened in her gut. “Same place on his ribs.” Her faint snuff of laughter morphed into a sob. “Tama’s is spelled wrong.” She swallowed. “It’s a whakataukī, a proverb. Tama sneaked off without asking Logan’s advice and the artist made a mistake.” She ran a shaking hand over her mouth and tasted acid. “Thank goodness!”
“Let’s go for a coffee and something sugary.” Bodie cupped his hand ben
