“I sleep plenty well, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little money.” Naric sighed. “And you’re getting mad at the wrong man. I’m just as much a victim in this situation as anyone.”
“How do you figure?” Jia protested. “Do you have a twin somewhere who framed you for all your crimes? If so, point us his way, and we’ll have a talk with him.”
Naric shook his head. “You don’t understand, sweetness.” She eyed him. “Detective,” he corrected. “I’m a victim of society. I didn’t create the Shadow Zone. Don’t get angry at me because I’m trying to take maximum advantage of the cards dealt to me.” He gestured toward the door. “It’s your precious Uptowners who want to look away from the truth and the darkness.” He waved a hand in a circle around his head. “And your precious metroplex that is
