Detective Inspector Amber Rames investigates a series of murder cases in 2185 with the help of her new sergeant. Her attraction to him is hard to ignore, but having a relationship with a subordinate is illegal.
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Cool metal between his fingers. Warm vapour wrapping up his lungs.
Paris Abel removed the vape from his lips and exhaled slowly, a white cloud unfurling in the darkness. He flexed his bloodied knuckles and glanced at the man on the other side of the street.
He'd been standing under the lamp for five minutes now, his arrival an announcement and a warning. He kept his head lowered, but Paris could see that he was tall. Broad-shouldered. Had a few decades on him. He'd pack a punch, if that was what he was looking for.
Paris dragged on his vape again as anger threatened to flare. Had she snitched? She'd always sworn she'd never.
Boots clattered over the metal platforms far above them, and cans popped as under-aged boys opened beers. A tram screeched to a stop a few streets away.
The darkness around them remained smoky and empty.
Paris turned off his vape and moved away from the wall. "What d'you want?"
The man raised his head. He bore no cowboy scars or chilling grin, but Paris' muscles froze all the same. Him!
The man rolled up his sleeves.
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