CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Pressed into ServiceThe hotel looked busy when Hana returned and someone else had parked in Logan’s spot opposite the main doors. A tiny hatchback occupied the space, its back seat laden with cardboard boxes and junk. A sticker from a local garage clung to the rear window by one corner and the owner had ignored the sign which marked the car park as staff only. Already irritated, Hana spun the truck into a space on the grass and hoped Will’s son didn’t come after her for ruining his neatly mowed verge.
Running up the front steps, Hana dodged a group coming down. She almost didn’t hear the woman’s voice as she called her name. “Mrs Du Rose?” She raised it to a shout and Hana spun around.
“Sorry, yes?”
The kuia from the marae stood on the step below her, static in a sea
