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East became north became west, until five days had passed and Rora had no earthly idea where they were going anymore.
After having dinner and setting up camp at a city motel, Strike had told her to put on her fancy dress and pulled her from the room into the street, which they’d been walking on for at least twenty minutes.
Going up one block, they came down another, until her head was spinning. Though she couldn’t figure out where they were in relation to where they’d started, Rora was sure she’d seen the same business names more than once.
“Where are we going, Strike?” she asked, her heels beginning to nip her feet. “I’m getting cold.”
She wasn’t really worried about her feet or the temperature, she just hated to be out of the loop. Tossing an arm around her shoulders, he pulled
