The night stretched on, the rain finally easing into a mist. I walked back to my office, the city’s neon now a softer hue. I placed the chip into a locked drawer, its surface cold against my palm. I didn’t know what the future held for Project GON, but I knew one thing: the world would always need a private eye to keep the shadows from swallowing the light.
“Renata Fox sent me,” I said, keeping my voice low. Private.24.07.04.Barbie.Rous.And.Renata.Fox.Gon...
She smiled, the kind of smile that could melt ice but also cut glass. “My name is Renata Fox. I’m a private collector… of secrets. I need a particular item retrieved, and I think you’re the only one who can do it without attracting the wrong kind of attention.” The night stretched on, the rain finally easing into a mist
She glanced at me, eyes softening. “Barbie Rous… you know, she’s not the only one with a past. We all have a name we hide behind.” I didn’t know what the future held for
She raised an eyebrow. “And what does Renata want?”
I leaned back, feeling the weight of the city settle on my shoulders. “And why do you want it?”