Sudden movements on the street outside made her jump. A little boy stared through the window, pressing his face against the glass and pointing at a brightly painted wooden truck in the display. The decorative beach scene advertised sun cream and the dump truck’s bed tipped sand onto the fake shore. Surfboards leaned at jaunty angles around a sea made from coloured foil. Hana waved to the child and he grinned and pointed at her as though she formed part of the display. As she savoured his innocent enthusiasm, the pharmacist called Logan’s name and Hana gave the boy a last wave.
She felt the presence of the black BMW before it slid into a parking space across the street. Hana froze with fear as the brake lights winked out and the passenger door opened. She squashed herself against the handb
