TWENTY-SIX
At least the car was still there when Rora went down the stairs.
Cutting herself free from the fabric wasn’t difficult when she stopped blubbering and concentrated. She’d ripped the gag from her mouth, put her clothes on and run down to the parking lot.
But did it matter? Even if he’d been here, she wouldn’t have been able to stop him. He was bigger than her. Stronger. More ruthless. Willing to go to any length to get what he wanted.
Rora was on her way to get into the car and then slowed. Did she trust a car he’d stolen? There was still money in the inside pocket of her jacket. Hesitating, she thought about what had happened upstairs.
It would be easy for Strike to make sure she was caught by cops and this time, he’d want her to stay in jail, there would be no Torres and n
