Logan reached for her shaking right hand, stroking the inside of her wrist to avoid the stitches. She clung to the lifeline he offered as the cops gave platitudes and promises of increased vigilance.
After the cops left, Logan excused himself. “I need to call Bodie back,” he said, releasing Hana’s hand. “I promised.” He walked outside into the darkening garden, accepting the coffee Cilla pushed into his hand. Bodie answered the call straight away. “They don’t believe her, mate. They think she imagined it. They’ve logged it, but aren’t taking her seriously. You need to go back to that detective, the one who visited the house after the attack. Odering.” He said the name through gritted teeth.
“Okay. I’ll do it now.” Bodie gritted his teeth, sounding livid. He outranked both of the detectiv
