Chapter 59
“So, you believe that...” Odering looked at his notebook, “this Jack person, killed Sylvia Clark? I thought he was in his nineties. How would he have managed that?”
“He worked with horses. He was strong as an ox,” Logan replied. “He wasn’t quite the doddery old man he appeared.”
Hana remained silent, nursing her son underneath the large cardigan that one of the midwives had lent her. She felt scruffy and hopelessly exhausted. Part of her silence was because she had asked Logan for help and the other dominating factor - she didn’t want any attention while she fed her baby and looked such a mess.
“So all the damage at the property recently, bricks through windows, cows let out, wire fences cut, you think that was all his doing? That a ninety year old man wandered the mountains
