Chapter Thirteen
Erik’s MX 60 was parked on the platform outside Miguel’s garage, the sunlight glinting off the red. He smiled. Jia’s new flitter wasn’t bad, but it was good to have his vehicle back.
It’d been far more painful than he realized to not have the MX 60 for so long.
Miguel dusted his hands and motioned to the vehicle. He laughed. “Detective Blackwell, at the rate you’re going, this thing’s going to end up a Dragon rather than a flitter. Not that I mind the business. I’m grateful every time you come in.”
“It might be nice if it was a better close air-support-style vehicle,” Erik mused. He didn’t want to voice it to Miguel, but a few strafing runs with Emma in control could help in some of their stickier battles. “But it’s hard to pull off much with grav emitters. The thing’s
