Chapter Forty-Two
March 5, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Shadow Zone, Bar Big One
Erik didn’t like the way Alicia was looking at him. He’d shown up for an info check, and she’d invited him into the backroom like always, but she didn’t take a seat. Instead, she stood behind the table in the center of the room, her arms folded over her chest, her gaze searching. The corners of her mouth were curled up in amusement at some joke only she understood.
“Got something to say?” he asked. He lingered near the door. His instincts told him there wasn’t going to be any trouble, but it wouldn’t hurt to be in a good position to escape.
He would hate to have to shoot his favorite informant.
“There’s just something about you, Blackwell.” Alicia looked him up and down. “Something different.
