Chapter 13
Angus walked with Hana to the staff unit as the bell rang to mark the end of the morning interval. Boys poured from St Bart’s and ran the few hundred metres to the main school, rucksacks bouncing on their backs as they shoved food into their mouths. They crossed the orchard like locusts and disappeared.
“What did you mean by your comment?” Hana asked, watching the exodus from the safety of the lane next to her car. Phoenix snoozed over her shoulder.
Angus leaned against Hana’s car and smiled at a distant memory. “I once withdrew Logan from class during his time at the North Shore Grammar school. It was one of many such events. I’d heard rumours among the hostel staff and wanted the truth. As the Year 11 dean, I pulled the same moves you just witnessed. I hadn’t realised Logan
