The handshake was brief. Her skin was freezing, like marble left out in the snow."Don't look so grim, Arlan," Viper said, pulling her hand back and sliding it into the pocket of her crimson coat. "You just survived a forty-story drop and made the untouchable Julian Mahendra cry on national television. You should be celebrating."Arlan didn't feel like celebrating. He felt like he had been chewed up and spat out by a garbage truck. His shoulder throbbed with a sickening, hot pulse where the bullet had grazed him."The envelope," Arlan grunted, nodding at the white paper lying on the dusty concrete."Ah, yes. Your signing bonus." Viper tapped her cigarette, the ash falling onto the tip of her designer boot. "Inside is a keycard to a safehouse in the Narrows. Untraceable. Stocked with medical supplies and enough calories to keep you standing. There’s also a burner phone. Keep it on."Arlan bent down to pick it up. The simple motion sent a shockwave of agony through