“Give him rules,” she said. “He doesn’t react well to rules.”
“We wouldn’t expect him to wear a suit and park in his designated spot. Doing what we do can be quite exciting.”
Her lips twisted. “So is what we do,” she said, then corrected herself. “What he does.”
“This deal doesn’t have to include you. If you want to give us what we need and take off, that’s fine too.”
“But if I talk, you’d have enough to blackmail him into working for you,” she said. “Work with you or go to jail, those would be his options, right?”
Rora didn’t have it in her to ruin his life or to take control of it from him. If she told Torres everything she knew about Exile, Strike would suffer for his alter-ego’s crimes. Sure, they were one and the same man, but there was something in Strike that didn’t believe him
