TWELVE
Leaving the hotel room as a threesome, Rora and Junker started toward his truck, but Strike went the other way. She slowed to a stop and called after him. “Where are you going?”
“We’re not taking his truck,” Strike said.
Junker had stopped a few paces ahead of her, so here she was, equal distance between the two defiant men.
Huffing, she dropped her pack and went to Strike, getting up close to murmur. “You think it impedes your masculinity somehow to get in another guy’s truck?”
“That what you think of me?” he asked.
If this battle of wills kept up, they’d never achieve anything. Working as a team, they’d be formidable, but if they did nothing but butt heads, they’d be their own worst enemies.
“Junker is not a bad guy,” she said, resting a hand on Strike’s upper arm. “You hav
