Chapter Thirty-Eight
BROTHERS IN ARMS“Phoe, Phoe.” The voice sounded urgent. Strong fingers took the weight of her body beneath her armpits. She retched again and her empty stomach protested. “That’s enough now.” His tone sounded gentle and the dented bucket disappeared from in front of her face. Phoenix flapped her hand to bring it back, certain she’d need it again once her mind replayed the sounds she fought to forget. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
An arm slipped around her shoulders and her cheek rested against a scratchy blue pullover. The institutional scent of Papakura police station enveloped her head with the reminder of dust and old plasterboard. Bodie laid his cheek against the top of her head and Phoenix heard him sigh.
She puffed out an agonising rush of breath. “Kirwan’s dea
