LEXIE
I woke up to orange light, not the pale morning kind. The deep, warm, late afternoon kind that came through the curtains and painted the wall beside my bed the colour of something good.
I lay there for a second getting my bearings. The bar sounds below were the quiet early evening ones, not the full crowd yet, just the building warming up for the night.
I felt genuinely rested for the first time in a while. I couldn't remember how long.
I sat up and looked at the patch on the side table where I had left it. It was still there.
I got up, ran a brush through my hair, pulled on my jeans and a clean top and my jacket, and picked up my helmet from the corner where it had been sitting largely decorative for weeks.
The bike. I had been here long enough that Harlow had started to fee
