Logan’s expression darkened. “Hell yeah! We need to make sure he doesn’t get out, at least for a while.”
“A while?” Hana blinked. “You think he’ll get out, anyway?”
Logan twisted his lips and released a tense breath. His jaw tightened against his cheek. “Let’s hope he leaves in a body bag,” he growled.
Odering conducted his interview with formal precision the next morning. He seemed determined not to have his intentions thwarted again. Bodie produced the recorder and it lay on the table between them like a threat. Alfred took a sleeping Phoenix for a walk in the pram and Hana felt redundant without her. She sat on the edge of the sofa in the family room, twisting her fingers and hiding the stained bandage beneath her cardigan sleeve. The fingers of her right hand strayed to her left wri
