Chapter 42
Hana woke with a start as a cool hand ran across her forehead. She tried to sit up and groaned, “Oh, my back!”
“Shhhhh,” Leslie’s voice was hushed. “Moko’s sleeping. I put her in the spare bed. You wanna go too?”
“No. I’m waiting for Loge.”
The big woman tutted. “You had an argument?”
Hana sat up, every bone in her body sending darts of pain into her brain, in punishment of her disregard of its comfort. “What time is it?”
“It’s after three. What you doin’ still here? Where’s Logan?”
“The cops think he killed Sylvia.”
Leslie’s eyes widened to froglike proportions. “Truly?”
“Of course he didn’t!” Hana’s irritation escaped without control and her eyes lowered with guilt. “Sorry, Leslie. It’s been a long day.”
“Get some sleep, kōtiro,” the old woman urged and Hana shook he
