CHAPTER 32
Hannah sat back and listened while Simon talked to the other prisoners in his cell. They huddled near the back corner, and even though they probably thought they were keeping their voices down, she could hear every word.
“We won’t just hand her over to him.”
“What else can we do?”
“There’s one assistant director and twelve of us. If we all work together ...”
Hannah stood. She had heard enough. “No.” She made her way to the huddle.
Simon drew her toward him with his arm around her waist. “We were just trying to ...”
“Stop it.” She reached up and swept away some of the hair that had clumped to the dried blood on his forehead. “No one else is getting hurt.”
“I know,” Simon crooned, but Hannah doubted he really understood at all. The whole time she spent in Yanji, she had be
