“For my life?” Strike asked. “Yeah. And I’m not talking to you.” Shifting her hand to the back of the couch, Rora dug her nails into Strike’s forearm. It was her intention to convey her displeasure, but he growled. “Starting something, baby? Want to sink your teeth in? Go for it.” Picking his arm from under her hand, he held it up, offering it to her, but he glanced at Junker. “She has a thing for biting… Have you had the pleasure yet?”
“I am not a biter,” she said, pushing his arm down. “And neither is Junker.”
“Know that, do you?” Strike said.
“If you ever want to touch your baby again, you’re going to stop being so snide,” she said. “This thing with the Jewel is serious… If she goes after Leandra…”
“How well hidden is she?” Strike asked, all business.
“Well enough that the last I c
