The Sin-Eater's Firewall

About this book:

In 2099, salvation is a subscription service—and Vesper Vance is the repo woman for damned souls. By night, she jacks into corpses to swallow their "bit-sins": the corrupted code, stolen credits, and buried shames that would trigger automated asset seizures against the dead's families. By dawn, she trades the toxic data to Lord Corvus, a techno-necromancer who holds her mother's breath license in a leather-bound ledger written in quantum ink. One hundred forty-two thousand credits buys freedom. One mistake buys a lobotomy. Tonight's job: the fried brain of a Core Grid architect, fifteen thousand credits, and a firewall that's already leaking a dead auditor's panic into Vesper's own mind.

The ghost in her cache knows where the bodies are buried. The necromancer's ledger remembers every debt. And the city's automated guardians—the Archons—are sweeping the grid at 0400 hours sharp. Between the neon spires of the Upper Grid and the grease-slick catwalks of the Sinks, Vesper has four hours to purge a master architect's corrupted consciousness before it rewrites her from the inside out. But Marcus Thorne didn't just build the city's firewalls—he broke them. And the secret he died protecting is burning a hole in Vesper's skull.

*Clean code. Dirty money. A mother's borrowed breath. And a sin-eater who's starting to taste the difference between justice and survival.*