CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
GuiltyHana smiled through the congratulations, allowing the news to filter from her brain to her face expression. Her son spoke, giving her the thing she’d desired more than any other. And he’d said her name first. The events of the last few weeks paled into insignificance and she let her shoulders relax. “It’s amazing,” she agreed. “Please, can you tell Mark for me? Oh, do you still play golf with Paul McAndrew, the police chief?” Her smile widened with the confirmation and she set the groundwork to make good on her promise. “I need to go sweetheart,” she said, glancing at her watch. “I have some things to sort out.”
Hana ended the call and drank from the tap in the washroom, even though the sign over the sink declared the water not drinkable. “So, kill me then,” she m
