FOUR
Two nights later, she was standing in an alley next to a bar.
Not Last Resort, no, she hadn’t been back there since Strike knocked her out.
This was the place her latest contact had asked to meet. Rora would have preferred to meet inside the bar, but only because it was warmer in there. After finding the gumption to walk into Last Resort, working up the courage to stand in this slimy, shady alleyway was nothing. It was even in a halfway decent part of town that she didn’t have to bribe cab drivers to take her to.
But he was late.
Looking at her watch, she began to shift her weight from her left foot to her right. Her oversized wool coat might be good for concealing her identity, but it wasn’t so good at standing up to all this rain, even with its hood.
She thought she heard a cl
