Forty-Two
Hannah paced near the front gate until the bulk of Captain Wilson’s troops returned. She listened, stomach churning, as they described the m******e in the underground carpark to those ordered to remain behind.
One of the wardens spotted her lurking on the outskirts and came over. ‘They weren’t among the dead. Jackson and Justice—there was no sign of them,’ he said, a worried frown creasing his brow. ‘The captain is still searching for them, with a couple of patrols.’
Hannah’s shoulders slumped and she trudged over to where Hanson lounged on the front steps. Unlike Ben, who had returned to the barracks to rest, he had remained close by as she paced. The sensitivity he’d displayed since Daniel’s death was a welcome change from the cocky attitude he had adopted when she’d first m
