Chapter 33Television stations reiterate the Kimura capture nonstop. I sit engrossed in the news while Hannah showers. For twenty minutes, I channel surface for updates and worry about Bruce and Michelle. Finally, Hannah saunters downstairs dressed in black, drawstring pants and a long, gray cardigan that covers weight she'd gained during pregnancy.
“Is there any more news?”
“No, just the same story … Nothing new.”
My cell phone rings and Hannah reads the display. “Who's Chase Dillon?”
“So much is going on; I haven't had time to talk about Chase.”
“Aren't you going to answer?”
“No, I can't talk to him right now.”
“So, who's Chase?”
“He's a doctor I just started seeing.”
“Okay, now I want to hear everything,” she says, scooting back on the sofa and crossing her legs in an Indian pos
