The Neon Debt (V-04: Noir)
The rain in Sector 4 didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the neon grime across the pavement. Kane sat in his hover-car, the glow of a synthetic cigarette illuminating the deep lines of a face that had seen too many dead ends. He was a recovery agent—a polite term for a man who found things that didn't want to be found. His latest job was personal. Sarah, the only thing in this chrome...
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