CHAPTER TWELVE
In HidingWiri ate like a man from death row given an unexpected pardon at the crucial hour. Between them, the three children kept Leslie running from the kitchen to the dining room and back again. The busyness robbed her of the chance to gossip.
Hana blew out a breath as her equilibrium returned, wrapping her arms around Logan’s waist. He didn’t eat, standing with his back to the room and staring through the long sash window at the front car park. Kane caused chaos even in death, making the front steps inaccessible and forcing the housekeeper to negate the confusion for guests. The health and safety officer from the local council stood on the other side of the car park and stared up at the balcony. A waitress from the dining room loitered beyond the police tape. She swatte
