“YOU SAW AND HEARD NOTHING, Mrs Du Rose? You didn’t hear anyone run up to the doors and throw the brick, or see anything out of the corner of your eye? You were sitting side-on to the doors, you said, which is how the cuts are all on the right side of your body?”
Hana sighed audibly. She felt under interrogation. The South Auckland policemen were battle weary, suspicious of everyone and everything and she began to think they didn’t believe her. “I sat down with the book and got distracted. I think I nodded off,” she began, interrupted instantly by the jaded blond cop.
“You nodded off! But the call came at just after ten o’clock this morning.”
Hana glanced fearfully across at Leslie, whom Logan drafted in to sit with his wife during her statement taking. His head stockman had called him
