Chapter 19
“Painkillers,” Hana said, handing tablets to the teenager. “It might help.”
“Thanks.” Tama took the white pills and clasped the glass of water. “You’re awesome, Ma.” He laid down on the sofa and flicked through TV channels, alternating between loud pop music and cartoons.
Logan got underway with report writing, putting all his concentration into a neat, left handed slant. Phoenix went to sleep and Hana rattled around bored. Mindful of her promise to James, she muttered something about visiting a random wife in the staff accommodation and disappeared before either of the men could question her further.
Hana found her tennis partner already on the courts with his ball delivery machine. She let herself in through the gate and borrowed the spare racquet, conveniently lying next
