CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Where’s your car?” Logan spun in the passenger seat with a wince. He directed his question at Tama as Hana drove through Hamilton.
“Head gasket went.” Tama held onto the back of Hana’s seat to lean forward. “I locked it up on a slip road off State Highway One. Can we fetch it?”
Hana glanced sideways at her husband, daring him to oblige. As Logan ran a hand across his stomach, she answered for him. “No. I’m taking my husband home to rest. You can make other arrangements.”
Tama sat back against the seat with a thud and Hana saw his look of irritation reflected in the rear view mirror. “Kuia Miriam told me you went to the hospital. I hitched into town and couldn’t find you at the Waikato. Geez man, I thought you’d died. I got upset, so they told me you moved to the Bramwe
