The woman humphed. “He’s not answering his phone,” she mouthed and Hana bridled.
“You haven’t tried it yet!” Defeated, she turned away and sat on the uncomfortable plastic seating. A ripped poster fluttered in the breeze from an overhead fan. Rocking the pram to encourage Phoenix to stay asleep, Hana felt her heart rate hike as the minutes ticked past.
“Well, this is a lovely surprise.” Odering appeared from a security door and greeted her with warmth. “How can I help you, Mrs Du Rose?”
Hana glanced at the woman behind the glass and saw her pushing paperwork towards a couple leaned against the counter. She licked her lips and paused. “Is there somewhere we can talk?” she whispered.
Odering frowned and nodded. He turned and led her through the heavy door and into the bowels of the polic
