Salt in the Circuitry

About this book

Reefhollow, 2089: a shantytown lashed together over the drowned bones of Miami, where the Kell tech-clan owns every power line and every breath of current that keeps the platforms lit. Mara Voss, twenty-one, runs a backroom clinic that cuts memory chips out of the recently dead and sells them to the grieving — a trade that keeps her fed, feared, and free of the clan that raised her. Tonight she stands over Dario Solano, twenty-four, Kell regulator, copper-wire braids, prosthetic jaw. The man assigned to shut her down. The man who loved her. The man she poisoned three days ago with a slow neural toxin in his drink. She is calm. She planned this. Now she takes his chip, jacks in, and begins to read what he was thinking while he died — and the story starts running backward from there.