The Long Debt
The Long Debt The rain had been falling on the parking garage for six hours when Vincent Cross decided to delete himself from the world. He sat in his car in Level 3 of the structure on Figueroa Street, the engine off, the windows fogged, and three monitors glowing on his lap. He had built a rig — three laptops stacked on his knees like a digital altar — and each one showed a different...
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