Chapter 10
Tama unloaded the Honda and put their bags into the staff unit. Hana wrinkled her nose at the tiny space in which three adults and a baby would need to coexist.
“Try Logan’s number again,” Tama suggested.
Hana shrugged. “I got his voicemail.” Her face became pinched with concern. “I left him a message asking him to call me.”
“Don’t read anything into it,” Tama said with a sympathetic smile. “He’s probably teaching.”
Hana nodded and checked her watch. The police activity concentrated on the boarding house and she fought her fluttering heart. “You’re right,” she agreed. “If the emergency services came for Logan, the lady-cop at the gate would have recognised the name on your driving licence and pulled us aside. Du Rose isn’t a common name, is it?”
Tama winced. “No, Ma. I’m s
