“Is it possible to get my car back?” Cilla sounded piqued and Hana glanced at her watch.
She gasped at the time. “I’ve missed church,” she said with a sigh. “Sorry. We had a disturbance last night and I went to bed late.” Hana stifled a yawn. “I’m so sorry. I’ll organise something with Logan and get back to you.” The sound of coffee cups clinking in the background gave Hana an uncomfortable guilt sensation through her spine. She’d missed church and coffee duty afterwards.
“Are the police any nearer to catching those men?” Cilla asked, lowering her voice. “We kept your car hidden all weekend and used Bill’s ute.”
“I haven’t heard from the cops,” Hana admitted. “And the disturbance turned out to be a possum in the bins. Logan checked it out, but we thought the worst.”
“Logan lives with y
