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JOSHAYA HASEGAWA was a lot taller when he walked next to Melati than he seemed to be when viewed through the sight of a stun gun. He smelled clean and, in between getting stunned in a smoky tunnel and the meeting, he had even managed to tidy his hair.
Everything about him said pilot.
She wished he would keep his arm to himself, because the warm touch of it around her back brought memories she had thought she’d forgotten. Pilots. Istel pilots who came to New Jakarta and in their downtime did only two things: get drunk and f**k their brains out. They didn’t care how much either activity cost. They made lots of money and there was no way to spend any of it in the time they spent travelling through deep space. They liked the brown-skinned little girls, they said. And those girls would li
