CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
REL AND CARMA TRAVELED the full length of the Yoopl Bridge, heading toward a completely different hotel across town. Staring through the hovercar window at the swirling water below, Rel was reminded of the time he’d chased a suspect over a similar bridge on Telten Five. It had been a long run—and he hadn’t caught the guy. He hoped it wasn’t an omen.
Wet footprints showed their path from the Skein Heliskon’s glass entrance all the way to the reception desk. His eyes raked the ceiling. Glass, mirrors and golden finger-width drop lights made the roof dance and shimmer. Every surface shone with reflected light. Half a dozen mini robotic cleaners were doing everything they could to ensure there was not a speck of dirt to be seen. It made Rel hesitant to touch anything for
