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 what you’re saying is, he’s chasing after someone else, and I don’t have to worry about it?”

Gray sat with Angie on her shabby-but-cozy sofa in her equally shabby-but-cozy apartment, which was located in the very northern end of White Center.  He’d called her on the way from Marowitz’s place; she wasn’t working that night and he’d never been to her place before.  An hour later he was there, in her little fourth floor walk-up in the very nicest part of White Center.  Which meant, of course, that you only got graffiti on every other building and didn’t normally have to fear for your safety.  It wasn’t much, a postage stamp of a one-bedroom with a little kitchenette and bath.  Plain white walls and secondhand furniture, decorated only just enough to make it relatively comfortable.  There was something about it that made him feel as though she had never intended to stay there for very long in the first place, as if it were just a staging base before she moved on to something greater.

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