Chapter 9
Hamilton traffic proved uncooperative. A queue of cars stretched up Te Rapa Straight as far as the edge of town.
“What’s taking so long?” Hana grumbled as Phoenix complained behind her.
“Dunno,” Tama replied. “Maybe an accident. Climb in the back and sing a song or something.”
“To move the traffic?” Hana turned to peer at him.
“No!” He shook his head and wound the window down to allow cool air into the car. “To settle your daughter.”
Hana squeezed into the backseat with much complaining. She didn’t apologise as she whacked the side of Tama’s head with her hip. Phoenix winced and sucked her thumb. “She’s got a stomach-ache,” Hana murmured. “I overfed her.”
“Yeah.” Tama’s half-hearted reply belied his nerves. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and wondered if Logan
