TWENTY-FOUR
Standing outside their motel room, Rora stayed in the shade looking from one end of the parking lot to the other. Torres was in the passenger seat of the car in the far right corner. Strike was striding across the asphalt toward her having just spoken to the men in the truck parked in the furthest left corner.
She breathed in and blew out the air slowly, stealing herself against what she was about to do.
“You’re all set,” Strike said as he approached her. “Crescent’s driving and Spear is his second. They’re both high council, as close to Thane as you can get. They’ll take Leandra back and she’ll be under X protection until Thane gets the all-clear from us.”
Her nerves were making it difficult to relax. She tried to dampen them, but this was beyond risky. Lives depended on t
