I keep thinking the past is dead. I keep being wrong.
Long ago I had killed one of Uncle Jake’s murderers. I didn’t know the second hit man’s name, so I had filed it under Unfinished Business and gone on with my life.
Then someone sent me a letter with the second name in it. That was a temptation I couldn’t ignore.
I was doing fine not killing Jake’s second hit man until someone stole my Detonics at a fancy Hollywood party, started killing people, and framing me. It complicated my life, but it didn’t make me angry.
Then a task force put Fiora in jail.
I quit being nice.
Originally published September 1993 in hardcover and February 1995 in mass market paperback.