Suddenly, I’m all fucking ears. “Is this one going to be off the books?”
“Yes.”
“You going to tell me anymore?”
“Fracturous,”he says.“I’ve heard the weather is fabulous at this time of year.”
He hangs up. Of course he does.
Only, my interest is piqued, and he knows it. Fracturous is a planet on the edges of the Empire’s jurisdiction. The kind of place where people go to disappear… or to make other people disappear. Sprawling cities, all rust and concrete. Hardy miners, thugs, deadbeats, and transient schemers who prefer to operate off the government’s radar. People there don’t ask questions.
It’s a hellhole.
I would know, I’ve been there before.
Now, Governor Brach wants me to go there for an ‘off-the-books’ operation.
Hell-fucking-yeah.
