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CONNOR
We had been on the road for hours, stopping only when it was absolutely necessary. I worried that keeping my pregnant wife on the bike for such a prolonged period might pose a risk, but staying in Hong Kong was even riskier.
I saw the approaching storm on the horizon and knew we’d have to take refuge somewhere soon, but where? I was still searching when it started to rain. I pressed on for an hour in the rain until it became a downpour that made it impossible for us to go any further.
I pulled the motorcycle into an alley behind a row of small shops, one of them a laundry.
"What have you got in mind?" Lynne asked.
"A place to spend the night."
She looked alarmed. "Here?"
"There's no room at the inn," I said.
I jerked my wet jacket up over my head and went up to the laund
