The Widow’s Blood Debt
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"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up."
"I don't need three minutes," Dante replied.
I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger.
I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting.
The Widow.
She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b