FIVE
First thing was to get out of the city.
Strike took Rora to her hotel room and watched her stuff what little she could into the pack he gave her that fitted on his bike. Everything else was left behind. Rora had picked up her laptop, but he’d swooped in to take it from her and put it back on the table while shaking his head.
So her laptop wasn’t good enough for him? Whatever. She had a cloud account and he had a machine, Rora was prepared to play nice with him as long as he played nice with her.
She wasn’t a pro on a motorcycle, but he had no time or patience to ease her in, so she had to learn fast. Clinging to him, she clenched tight and closed her eyes when they began whizzing down the highway. The city streets had been tough enough to deal with, but when they got onto the open
