CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Hold OnWiri removed the SIM card from the phone and hid it. Deft fingers pushed it through a hole in his pocket and he shook out the material until the card nestled between the layers and against the hem of his dressing gown. When Phoenix and Mac awoke, Hana tried the door handle into the hallway and felt it turn under her fingers. One of the austere guards slid from the shadows, making her jump and jerk backwards. “We need clothes, please,” she said, hearing the waver in her voice. “We’d like to get dressed and go for a walk.”
“No walk.” Nose shook his head and kept his expression unsmiling. “You remain in the house.”
Phoenix let out a groan behind her. “It’s not raining anymore. I wanna see the beach.” She dipped in the middle to speak into Mac’s face. “You wanna se
