TWENTY-ONE
IN THE MORNING, they trekked to a train station and took a train east. Rather than rent a car, they bought a beat-up jalopy in a cash transaction with a guy at the side of the road. Maybe it was stolen. Didn’t matter. They drove with the men taking turns while she watched the country roll by between bouts of sleep.
When they eventually came to a stop near a narrow alley, she tried to figure out what about the quiet city street would attract Styx.
“This it?” she asked. “How the hell did you end up in a place like this?”
“It’s not as boring as it looks,” Styx said, taking off his seatbelt and opening the door. “One out, all out.”
Still confused, Harry glanced back and nodded. She didn’t need his permission but got out to follow Styx into a*****e by the alley.
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