CHAPTER EIGHT
Silence“I don’t know what you should do here, but I need to get Mac.” Hana kept her gaze averted from the body and fought to convince herself it didn’t exist. She turned away from Logan as she spoke, sending the words through the side of her mouth.
Logan rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful. He glanced at his watch and nodded. “You know the drill, Hana. The cops are on their way and you’re a witness. I’m guessing they’ve already blocked the end of the driveway. They won’t let you out.” He tapped his index finger against his lips. “I’ll phone one of the aunties. They won’t mind fetching them in an emergency. Or the housekeeper. Doesn’t she usually go home for lunch to check on her mother?”
Hana swallowed and panic roused in her chest. Worse than the presence of Logan’s bro
