“I didn’t know she’d react like that,” he agreed. “She’s a bit off the wall at the moment. Why?”
“I dunno.” Marcus tucked himself into the double bed, leaving only his eyes above the duvet. “Everything’s a drama at the moment.” He turned on his side away from the hall light and sighed.
“Yeah.” Bodie closed the bedroom door. “Three guesses why, idiot.”
Hana rang Angus. “Stay away until next week, Hana.” He sounded firm. “People think you’re still sick. Let’s leave it like that and review it on Monday. Bodie said they still haven’t caught those men.”
Hana thanked him and rang off. The large mirror from Achilles Rise leaned against the wall in the lounge and she squatted down in front of it. Even its strange tilted angle showed the livid bruising and a graze across her throat. She sighed
