Hana tried to concentrate on Odering’s slow scribble, wondering where the pea came from. “We haven’t had peas yet,” she said out loud, seeing the detective’s face squeeze into a scowl.
“So, what happened when you got to the house?” Odering asked.
Hana dragged herself back to him. “Another visitor let me in, a tiny lady but then Dora saw me and I gave her the casserole. Maybe that was where the pea came from.”
“What pea?” Odering banged his hand on the table. His ears twitched backwards in a fear reaction as Logan swore in a low grow behind him.
Hana tried to continue. “Dora invited me in and I went because she seemed so sad and I know what that’s like. Whenever I saw her at school, she looked at me like she wanted to talk to me. I thought it was because I was a widow.”
David looked in
