CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Relieved to be out of his sight, I sanitize all the places where he touched me and look around, whistling appreciatively. This is the largest library of paper books I’ve ever seen. How many trees died to make this happen? On Gomorrah, a tree costs as much as a week of Mom’s medical bills, so most people read electronically. Only the obscenely wealthy enjoy printed books.
“Anything interesting happening?” Felix asks in a gravelly voice. “I couldn’t fall asleep after all.”
Not much, I text him. About to look through some records.
The faint sound of typing emanates from the earpiece. When he’s not hacking Earth banks and such, Felix makes his living working for humans as a software engineer and, ironically, as a cybersecurity consultant.
I advance deeper into the libr
