“So, you gonna tell me what the deal is?” I said to Bloombeck. “I think you owe me that much.” Bloombeck stopped dabbing the blood away from his eyes on his shoulder and snorted. “I don’t owe you a damn thing, Padma. You can go ahead and shoot me, ’cause you’ll be saving m...
In the soft LED light, I could see bags the size of cricket balls under her eyes. Even her head stubble looked tired. “This is just about the perfect way to cap off today,” she said. “Every precinct has been on tactical alert since the strike started, and that means making all my people wear armo...