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Floyd’s was their destination.
Harlow wasn’t surprised to find herself in the alley behind the bar after Ryske parked and helped her off the bike. He took her helmet from her hand and then laced their fingers together. She was still smoothing her hair when he led her around the side of the building, in the opposite direction to the one Noon had taken her. They went into a narrow alley that had a wall at the end. About halfway down, he stopped to unlock a side door and pushed her inside.
In a dark stairwell, her eyes needed a second to adjust to the lack of light before they noticed an internal door opposite them. As Harlow started toward it, Ryske took her waist and swung her left to face the stairs.
“Up,” he said.
“Up?”
She hadn’t expected the redirection but did as told and clim
