As the silence grew, Hana forced herself to make an effort. “I’m sorry,” she conceded. “There’s so much going round in my head, I can’t think straight.”
Boris suggested writing down everything she remembered, like a true school teacher. Pete opted to write in his scrawled hand, jotting down dates and incidents.
“That cop said someone mugged you.” Logan’s brow furrowed. “Is that why you had a cut lip and marks on your neck?” He glared at Pete, who shrugged.
“I didn’t know. Nobody tells me anything!”
“Yeah.” Hana touched the space on her throat which hurt for days. “I kept it hidden but it’s gone now.”
“So,” Boris summarised, snatching the list from Pete. “Ze first attackers said nussing significant to Hana as zey tried to take her handbag, but Hana recalls zat zey vere hanging around z
