Chapter Fifty-three
BarAt the first opportunity the next morning, Hana used the laptop to research the Alderbank family. She hid in the bathroom in her underwear; the door locked to ensure a few moments of peace.
“Mama! I need you!” Phoenix called from behind the door. The handle jiggled beneath her frenzied grappling. “I can’t find my sports kit. Mr Whitehead will give me a detention.”
“Garage. Already in your bag.” Hana tensed and listened to her daughter’s feet padding away. She exhaled and performed another Google search. Alderbank appeared to be an Auckland name, but the online telephone directory contained four pages of relevant searches. Hana switched to social media instead, scrolling through the various profile images attached to anyone with that surname. “Why do so many people
