CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
A Taonga - A Family HeirloomHana cursed as the knock on the front door shook the house. She forced her anger into a compartment in her mind and opened the door to David Allen and his impressive assortment of hammers and chisels. English politeness dictated she offer him a mug of coffee and she held it for him while he wrestled the first lock mechanism free.
“Thanks.” His blond eyebrows rose and he jerked his head towards the hall cupboard. “Stick it there please. I just need to finish this.” He dropped the lock onto a blanket protecting the tiles and reached for a contraption like the numbered panels at the hotel.
“Code entry?” Hana winced. “I have enough trouble remembering my phone number.”
“It’s what the boss wants.” David rose and fitted the device into the hole.
