The Kiss of Death
Four years later, I can still remember the exact shade of his skin: a blue so pale it looked like moonlight. I dream of his touch. Mostly, I paint the man under the heavy cowl, including those perfect lips which ruined mine for anyone else. I’m obsessed with him. The doctors say he’s nothing more than a hallucination caused by a mixture of head trauma and emergency pain medications. I think he’s a really sexy figment of my imagination. I mean, who besides an artist would dream up the Grim Reaper for their hero?
Business has never been deadlier… Blake Harley is a Skiptracer—a kind of bounty hunter—on the faraway construct-world of Concourse Prime. Hired by a corporate client to secure an overdue product, he’ll make some quick cryp and be on to the next job. Easy. Except, this job is anything but simple. The product is tied to the immensely powerful and ultra-secret Hypertek, leaving Blake with a choice: be a good soldier, or refuse to help MagnaCorp become the most powerful entity in the system.