Skater looked down into his daughter’s face. The pain and bruises from the battle at the end of the run almost forty-eight hours ago had started to fade and retreat into memory. Quentin Strapp had been as good as his word that night, letting all of them go. Ripley Falkenhayne had quietly disappeared with the federal agent. Strapp was still following up on leads regarding Dunkelzahn’s assassination, according to Nina Barrett, who’d been properly hosed off about not being in on the kill.