Hana sat on the low wall surrounding the school playground. She exhaled a giant sigh and closed her eyes. Logan had prevented the men from becoming feral around Colin. David Allen seemed over enthusiastic about the prospect of shooting him and the other men concocted horrifying ways of disposing of his body. Hana left them to it, knowing either way Colin wouldn’t still be sitting in her kitchen when she returned with the children.
The sun warmed her stiff spine, and she forced herself to relax. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she hauled it out and peeked at the screen through one eye.
Melissa had typed, ‘Thanks for the info. Sorry you got dragged into this.’
“Not as sorry as I am,” Hana mused.
Wiri emerged first, trailed by his usual troop of adoring girls. He showed no concern, and
