Wayne Lane went out.
Hannah stayed in the blanket for a while, counted the time, and then sat up. She ran to the window without even bothering to put on her shoes.
She pulled open a crevice in the dark grey curtains, and the sunlight outside was somewhat dazzling.
Today's Bruce is having good weather.
From the hotel's entrance, a car could be clearly seen parked outside. That was the car sent today to pick people up for interrogation.
Even from a great distance, Hannah immediately noticed Wayne Lane beside the car.
Other people summoned for questioning were also with him, though not many, probably only about half of those who escaped from the tube building yesterday.
As if sensing something, Wayne Lane looked up in the direction of the room.
Hannah didn't hide, resting her arms on the windowsill, she waved to greet him.
Her smile still carried a hint of sleepiness, her eyes squinting slightly from the glare of the sun.
