TWENTY-TWO
It took her two days to get to Benjamin’s apartment.
If she’d have been able to fly, it would’ve been quicker, but without ID, she couldn’t get a ticket. And it wouldn’t be a good idea for her to go traipsing through an airport full of cameras either.
Rora got over her tension a hundred miles from the room she’d left Strike in, and that’s when she began to enjoy the trip. Getting away from everything gave her a chance to reflect on what she’d been through.
Losing Benjamin was difficult to adjust to. He’d been missing for six months, and in many ways, it felt like he was still missing. Seeing him put a bullet in his own head was so surreal that even when she replayed events as she remembered them, it felt like she was watching a nightmare, not recalling reality.
She spent on
