Chapter Twenty-Four
The name and address Tipene gave Hana caused her great consternation as she pulled up outside. She checked the GPS on her mobile phone, convinced she took a wrong turn or misread one of the directions it gave her. Hana was expecting a shop front or at least a business address for a picture framer, but the Honda pulled up outside an extremely derelict looking state house, with weeds springing from the gutter as though neglect was in residence. A gate hung off its hinges out front, the paint long since flaked and gone in the harsh climate, leaving the illusion of its having once worn a coat of white.
Hana looked down at her sleeping daughter and decided not to risk getting out of the vehicle. “I think your father will yell into next week,” she whispered. “Getting out wo
