“I don’t understand what Logan sees in you,” he said spitefully. “He won’t stay, so don’t get comfortable.”
The instant the door clicked behind him, Hana fumbled for the switch to activate the central locking. White dots raced in front of her vision and her hands shook in crazy arcs as she turned the ignition key. Her flight instinct overrode any need to wait until the wave of nerves subsided. She gunned the engine and pulled onto the main road in quick, jerky movements without looking properly. It drew an angry horn blast from the lorry she cut up. Hana tried to breathe through pursed lips to regain control and by the time she passed Chartwell, she felt calmer.
The thought of her empty home filled her with a sense of doom and Tama’s riddle plagued her. Maihi went out of town the weekend
