“Oh, is it serious?” Brian appeared fed up. “My divorce came through last week.”
“Very serious.” Hana took a bend too fast and plastered Brian against the passenger door. “He’s a cop,” she added, detail giving weight to authenticity. “A big Indian cop with muscles.” Her mind wandered to Bodie and she relaxed, describing someone familiar and figuring Brian would never meet him. “He’s in the vice squad.” She giggled, embellishing. “Now I’ve told you that, he’ll have to kill you.”
Brian gulped. “I’m not really divorced.” He clung to the door handle with one hand and straightened his tie with the other. “Please can I drive now?”
Hana loved the car and the sense of freedom it offered. She peeled back the sunroof and put her head out. She felt euphoric at her ability to make decisions for her
