Sonaya’s not the best place to be a wanted man. The cops here don’t knock on doors, they shoot them into splinters and then search for bodies in the smoke. My room in the Rivers is nothing more than a cube of cheese sitting under a metal hammer. Guess who the hungry mouse is. Never mind. There are a lot of places to conceal yourself in this city, and I know enough people who don’t mind looking the other way.
I can’t be dragging them into my trouble, though. Word is that Fairchild’s out on bail and that means he’s a no-go. Better give him a few weeks to lose that red flag above his head. The only person I can count on right now is Kosuke. He did the dogs in blue a favour so now he’s in their good books, and he’s got plenty of holes for his friends to hide in.
He offers me an array of base
