Chapter Forty-four
Loose Box“Can I help you?” Hana took a step back from the washing line and dropped the damp towel into the laundry basket. A breeze caught the washing and swung the rotary line away from her, a pair of Wiri’s underpants flapping against Logan’s newest tee shirt. Her gaze moved towards the open gate at the end of the driveway and the utility vehicle blocking the entrance. Mud obscured its number plate, giving it an eerie anonymity.
“Yes.” The man took a jerky step towards her, his pecking movements betraying agitation. Dressed in a shabby tan jacket and trousers too big for him, a limp marred his gait. “I just need to know why you met at the golf club with that fire investigator. Tell me that and I’ll leave.”
Hana pursed her lips to stop herself speaking Melissa’s name
