CHAPTER FIVE
“I don’t know if it’s enough to go on.” Bodie’s voice crackled through the connection later that evening. “It might just be the name he gave her. I bet it’s fake.”
Hana’s silence communicated her disappointment. She’d wanted him to be excited. Bodie went on, “A photo would be best really.”
Hana despaired. “How can I get that?” He didn’t see her pout.
“Is Logan there?” he asked, dismissing her in a single sentence. Hana went in search of her husband and found him in the garage. She handed the phone over and sloped off to run a bath. Her footsteps to the bedroom and back for her robe sounded despondent and heavy on the wooden floor.
Logan appeared as she turned off the tap, a gentle knock preceding his dark head. “You okay?” he asked. Hana nodded and watched as he walked in
