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Screw that. If there was something going on out there, she wasn’t going to sit in there and wait to be attacked by a random assailant. Getting out of the tub as quickly and as quietly as she could, Rora grabbed her nightdress and pulled it on although her body wasn’t completely dry.
Leaving the bathroom, she could still hear some kind of kerfuffle, but there had been no gunshots and it didn’t sound like physical fighting. Someone was on the bed, a man. She could only see his legs because Strike and Junker were at the bottom of the other bed arguing and shoving each other.
“And I say we kick him out,” Strike said.
“He’s bleeding,” Junker said. “This man needs help.”
Pushing between the two men, Rora cared less about their argument and more about whoever was strewn out.
“Oh my
