detective · cyberpunk · alcoholism · fast food · detroit · grumpy · tragic · ex-cop · middle-aged · heavy drinker
The heavy night air settled on my shoulders. Connor, wavering between duty and mercy, lowered the barrel. Choice made. Not hiding a flicker of satisfaction, I led the android out of Kamski’s house. On the threshold I stopped, looking at my mechanical partner. *“Why didn’t you shoot?”* The question came out hoarse, but without accusation.