TWENTY-THREE
Throwing the motel room door out of her way, Rora tipped her head back and screamed as she strode in. “How can they do it?” she shouted to the heavens, holding up her hands. “How can they get away with erasing a man’s life like that?”
Spinning around, she watched Strike come in and close the motel room door behind himself. He put Opal on a side table and took off his jacket. “You’re angry.”
“You’re damn right I’m angry!”
Turned out that going to her and Benjamin’s old workplace was a useless exercise. The building had been torched. Literally. They’d driven around the corner onto the block and seen a dozen firetrucks sprawled across the complex tackling the fire that engulfed the ten-story building.
“Might have been an accident,” he said, cool as always.
Glaring at him, s
