“Oh, that.” Pete swung on his chair and waved his arm in dismissal. “It’s nothing.” The bandage across his forehead slid down over his eyes and he pushed it back up with a dirty finger.
The child edged closer. “Mr Dobbs said to expect a very long detention.” His fingers twisted in front of his striped blazer and Hana c****d her head in sympathy.
“The sort you might need to invite your wife and children to?” she asked and the child nodded.
“About that long, yeah.”
Hana looked at Pete, astonished by his good humour. She watched as he dragged a chocolate bar from his top drawer and examined it. Fluff covered the wrapper and aged the label stuck to it with tape. Hana read the words upside down and glared at him. Pete dangled the bar in his fingers, testing its floppiness. “I was saving thi
