Chapter Thirty-three
HarnessThe needle on the gas tank showed almost empty as Hana drove through the township. She groaned and pulled into the petrol station to remedy it. “b****y Toby!” she spat as she spilled diesel onto the ground from the dripping nozzle.
“I’ll do that, Mrs Du Rose.” The garage owner’s retired father stepped across the forecourt to relieve her. Diesel snaked up her wrist in an icy, methylated line, drying instantly. “Off to church, are we?” He smiled and glanced into the back of the truck, expecting four faces to peer from the rear seats. “Going alone today?” A drip plunged from the end of his nose onto the concrete unnoticed.
Hana shook her head. “I have an appointment.” Her lips flattened into a line. “Logan’s taking them.
The old man barked out a laugh. “Oh, he
