THREE
“Are you sure you’re strong enough for this?” Junker asked her.
There were so many ways that she could answer that question. Physically, Rora wasn’t at her best. Emotionally, she was a mess. But there was no time to fall apart. It irked her that Strike’s advice was echoing in her head. Never let them see fear, that’s what he’d told her.
Her chin rose.
Junker had gone out to get clothes for her while she used his comb and the motel conditioner to tug the knots from her hair.
Once she was done, Junker had asked her to eat and rest, proving how little he understood the disadvantage they were at. There was no time for weakness; they had to get in the game. The chase was on, except she wasn’t sure if she was the pursuer or the pursued… it was probably both.
They’d reached a compromi
