Lane — Rikki Six Tory

"The street?"

The rain over the Sprawl never fell; it seeped. A greasy, chemical drizzle that made the neon signs bleed into the cracked asphalt. In the heart of this labyrinth, between the bone-dry laundry racks of Little Seoul and the humming sub-basements of the Data Quarter, there existed a street that no map acknowledged: Tory Lane. rikki six tory lane

"What about you?"

Rikki dropped from the fire escape, landing with a hydraulic hiss. She loomed over the girl. "You’re a ghost in a stolen skin. I’ve killed smarter things than you for looking at me wrong." "The street