CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A Strange Request“We’d just finished packing the car to leave,” Leslie said. She picked up the story and hurled herself into an armchair. Hana swallowed as a memory rose unbidden of Miriam sitting there with her knitting strewn across her lap. As though he’d seen the same ghost, Alfred dropped his gaze to the carpet. “He parked next to us and got out. At first we thought it was Logan in a borrowed car, but then Alfie spotted the rental car sticker.”
“He wanted to know where Logan hung out nowadays.” Alfred dragged a palm across his rough chin. “Said he needed to fetch something, but he’d be willing to share. He seemed happy enough and claimed he wanted no trouble. He’s lost a heap of weight. Looks thinner than Nev now.”
Hana sensed Alfred’s reticence. “And,” she probed.
