Daniel Gray finds himself stuck in a dead end job as a CivPro homicide detective, until the Spine Thief spawns the case of a lifetime. Bone Wires is a dark, brooding cyberpunk noir, serialized every Thursday.

So I heard that your vic was a nutter.”

Gray looked up from his terminal. Carter looked  down at him from atop the rim of his cubicle, grinning. “That’s how it appears,” he replied, fingers working the keyboard as if on automatic.

“Appears?” Carter chuckled. “If a man uses kitchen scrub when he’s got a perfectly good water shower on hand, he’s got problems.” There was a big CivPro coffee mug in his hand, which swung back and forth over the edge of the cubicle as he talked. A few drops of coffee splashed on Gray’s clean desk.

“…yeah.” Gray frowned briefly at the errant spots of brown before turning his attention back to his report. “Did you get the Anderson thing sorted out with the press?”

Carter nodded. “That I did. Mind you, it’s not as if it was easy to do - it took forever to get them chewing that thing as a gang killing; now that another murder’s come up they’ll be on that and the whole company involvement forgotten. So good for you.” He took a drink of his coffee. “The investigation’s still going to proceed, of course.”

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