“That’s what you think, Mum. My women do bigger burps and farts than me.”
“Eugh!” Hana gave a mock shudder. “I’m sure there’s a nice girl out there for you.”
Bodie raised his eyebrow as though in warning, shutting down the conversation. Hana knew from experience to steer towards safer topics. He drove her back to Culver’s Cottage and then left for Whangarei.
“Hello, Johal,” said the detective in charge of Hana’s case. “How can I help you?” His voice sounded tinny through the car speakers as he raced towards Hamilton and not Auckland as he’d told Hana.
“I can’t rely on my mother to update me,” Bodie snapped, moderating his tone with difficulty. “She doesn’t want to worry me. She let slip how the blonde guy sat outside her old house for weeks. She thinks you’re not interested.”
“Did she
