Chapter SixteenCatharine refused to let Arama run away. “Don’t you dare, young man!” She detained him with all kinds of whispered threats and he sat in a corner of the lounge, his grumpy self restored. Kerry opened another bottle of wine and fetched two more glasses but stashed the lovely bottle of red down the side of her armchair and helped herself when nobody was looking. Lara sat on the sofa cuddled up to the private detective and looked happier than she had for ages.
Dan was in his early sixties, tall, dark haired and fluent in Te Reo Māori. He served as a cop, but retired after a nasty shooting in Auckland left him unfit for active duty. He set up his detective agency and became friends with Hone and Lara in the old man’s quest to find Arama Hohaia-Livingstone. His first meeting in
