Chapter Thirty-Seven
July 10, 2228, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Remembrance Bar
Erik let the swallow of Wolf’s Rebellion slide down his throat, enjoying the sensation as the liquor made it to his stomach. Jia sipped her beer across the table, more pensive than festive.
“If you didn’t want to come out drinking with me,” Erik offered, “you could have said no. I’m a big boy, and I wouldn’t have been insulted. I just thought we could celebrate one of our wins. Naric’s ready to plead, from what the captain said, and Winthorpe might be dead, but at least that means he can’t cause any more trouble. The UTC isn’t breathing down my neck about Emma.”
He gestured around the bar. “I heard good things about this place from some other cops at the 1-2-2.”
The crowded bar offered a low-key vib
