Chapter 25
“Reception is through there,” Lucy’s colleague said, indicating a set of double doors. “Thanks for your help, Mrs Du Rose.” She nodded and slipped through the access door disappearing from sight.
“Oh, crap!” Logan exhaled and added another swear word as Hana’s body felt heavy against his, her legs moving mechanically.
“What?” she asked, too tired to panic.
“We came in the cop car. How do they expect us to get home? Fantastic. They’ve had what they wanted and we get dumped outside, surplus to requirements.” Logan left Hana sitting on a grotty seat in the reception while he argued with the desk clerk.
“It’s not my job to call you a taxi, sir. I’m a police officer, not a hotel concierge.”
Logan opened his mouth to unleash a barrage of abuse, his fists balled on the counter.
