CHAPTER SIXTY
Unexpected GiftHana abandoned her quest for information and followed Logan across the car park. The local police officer arrived with Odering in tow. She didn’t look at the detective, refusing help for her injuries as she followed her husband’s rigid back through the crowds. “Logan, wait!” Her breath heaved in her chest and she paused and rested her hands on her knees. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she ignored it. Logan stopped and he blinked back at her as guilt took hold of him.
“Sorry, sorry.” He caught her beneath the elbow and helped her upright. “I need to get him away from here,” he said, jerking his head towards Wiri.
Then Hana noticed the low mewling sound issuing from the child’s lips. His eyes appeared glassy, mirroring the trauma trapped within his soul.
