CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Piecing the puzzleHana leaned against the headboard and cradled Mac as he slept. Phoenix snuggled next to her, tender lips moving as she sucked her thumb. The little girl kept her other hand on Hana’s thigh, as though the contact grounded her even in sleep. Wiri perched on the end of the bed and tried to get a signal on the battered mobile phone. “This thing’s knackered,” he concluded with a sigh. “The message won’t send. Do you think I damaged the SIM card hiding it in the pillowcase?”
“No. Don’t worry.” Hana rubbed her spare hand over her eyes and her tired brain ran through scenarios and options. “Just give me a minute to work some things out.”
“Like what?” Wiri perked up, the promise of a puzzle lightening his mood. “I can help.”
Hana smiled at his willing express
