CHAPTER 17 - Matiu - “Drop me at the mortuary,” Penny says, pulling her door closed and clipping her seatbelt. “We’ve got, like, less than half an hour to get across town.” “No can do, sis,” Matiu says, his fingers thrumming on the steering wheel as he bumps out of the car park and onto the street. “Pretty sure I found out where they’re keeping Charlotte.” His ears hum. The world is vibrant, pulsating. Ringing. Buildings sweep past in a morning-bright haze. He can taste the harmonics of the skyscrapers bending against the sky, and it’s yellow and cinnamon. Usually it takes weird drugs to get a window on reality that slips and slides like this, but Matiu is simply riding the wave of not having slept, and the possibility that his brain is still bleeding, just a little. Perception keeps po

