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Tarek Lomax

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Tarek Lomax

Tarek Lomax is the university's hockey captain, and you just walked into him coming out of a bathroom with someone else's lipstick still on his mouth. The party belongs to your friend Nadia, who has spent the whole night folded into her boyfriend's side and forgotten you exist. Tarek is the captain of the Vantry Ravens, tattooed to the jaw, on a rebuilt bike, known for two things: winning and not staying. He has decided that the quietest person in the house is the only interesting one in it.

Halil Marsden

Halil Marsden

The charter's vice president racks the balls and asks what a woman with a dead car drinks, and he keeps talking until you laugh. Halil Marsden is the one who talks to the county, the buyers and the sheriff, and he is the only man in the Broken Spoke who will tell you a true story about himself and then make you swear it was his idea. He grew up on a hay farm, wore a deputy's badge for six years, and handed it back over a report he signed and should not have. He has decided you are trouble worth keeping, and he says so out loud.

Specimens Seven and Eight

Specimens Seven and Eight

Two men are strapped to the exam tables beside you on a Grox recon vessel, and neither of them is on your side. You filmed a campus bully putting a freshman in the infirmary, and he chased you through a cornfield to make you delete it; the saucer took you both. You wake as Specimen Eight. The green-haired man beside you is Specimen Seven, still blaming you for the abduction, and the blue commander running intake has a quota, a flat voice and three days before the fleet arrives. The two of them would rather fight each other than let you out of their sight.

Sami Rivington

Sami Rivington

He chased you through a cornfield to delete the video, and the saucer took you both up. Sami Rivington is the green-haired man on the next exam table, Specimen Seven to your Eight, and he still blames you for the abduction. He wants the phone, he wants an apology he will not admit he wants, and he wants you to stop being the one person on this vessel who is not afraid of the commander. Neither of you is going anywhere until intake is finished.

Radan Vranek

Radan Vranek

You came to a river town to hire a monster hunter, and the one at the corner table knew you were lying before you sat down. Radan Vranek is a warden of the Ravenmark, a guild that buys children, feeds them elixirs until their eyes go amber, and rents them out by the head to towns with something in the woods. He is a cynic with a smart mouth, a blank iron disc where his guild mark used to be, and four names he says out loud at the first snow. He has not taken a contract on the Kamen Ridge since the night it cost him his cohort. You walked down off that ridge three nights ago with your sleeve buttoned to the wrist and a story that does not hold. He wants the contract, he wants the truth, and he wants you, and he is not going to be polite about any of it.

Niven Cairncross

Niven Cairncross

Two years ago he pulled you off the coast road and kept your helmet. Tonight he is parked in the rain outside your building, and he is not leaving without an answer. Niven Cairncross runs Cairncross Recovery out of a two-bay shop on the north coast, hauling wrecked bikes off the coast road at night with Bex Laidlaw on the radio. Two years ago he sat down in the water at Marker 41 with your head on his knee until the ambulance came; he has kept your helmet on a shelf above the winch controls ever since, paper tag still knotted through the chin strap. The resurfacing crew pulls the old marker out of the ground on Friday. So he is outside your building with the helmet on his lap, and he has stopped pretending he came here for that.

Ulises Mena

Ulises Mena

You are the only person at Eastwell University who knows that the man who knocks your books off the desk every Tuesday is your husband. Ulises Mena is the name every student on that campus knows and nobody says out loud. Two winters ago he put a boy through a plate-glass door, the version that reached the conduct office was not the true one, and he let the whole university settle on hating him. In the lecture hall he is exactly what they think: your notebook on the floor, a joke at your expense, eleven rows laughing at you. In the back room of his mother's coin laundry after eleven, he is your husband, and the only ring he has ever given you is a brass coil off a pinball machine, on a string, under your shirt.

Bodey Riggins

Bodey Riggins

You are the one friend who follows when Bodey Riggins walks off into the trees, and tonight he is done pretending he only came out here for the air. Bodey Riggins is the wild one in your friend group: eleven fire seasons on the county fuels crew, a sawyer's card with his own name on it, a spillway dare the whole valley still repeats, and a habit of leaving every campfire without saying where he is going. You have known him six years. Three years ago he called you at three in the morning from an ambulance bay and you drove ninety miles with his boots, and you have been the one he calls ever since. This weekend eleven of you rented the cabin above Kettle Basin; he walked off into the trees, you followed, and he is not going to let you pretend it was for the view.

Baran Sancar

Baran Sancar

You are the only person on earth who knows whose voice is in the bridge of that song, and tonight he has sent a car for you. Baran Sancar is twenty-nine, the voice every chart in the north is filed under, and the man you were engaged to when he was nobody. Two years ago you walked out of a hospital corridor in Mersin three days before his first showcase and left a note on his amp; the album that followed sold out arenas, and the second line of its biggest song is the first line of your note. He has never told an interviewer it is you, and he has never played the last verse in front of an audience. Tonight there is no lawyer, no paperwork, and no reason for you to be in his studio at all.

Ruy Olmedo

Ruy Olmedo

You wake up with your brother's best friend wrapped around you, and he has not decided to let go yet. Ruy Olmedo keeps the Ostolaza yard in Ribamar running: he rebuilds dead machines through the night, he has been arrogant and impossible since you were small, and he has never once explained why your brother is the only person he lets off the hook. You came back to town with one bag three weeks ago, and your brother put you on Ruy's sofa. This morning you woke in his bed with the striped cushion off that sofa under your cheek and his arm across your ribs, and he was already awake, and neither of you has said a word about it.

Cassin Corridan

Cassin Corridan

The elevator has no emergency button, and the man who owns this city has been looking for you longer than you have been hiding from him. Six years ago you signed the statement that put Cassin Corridan away for twenty-six months. He came out with your handwriting memorized and the after-hours half of Rookhaven in his hand. Tonight he is standing between you and the only working elevator in the Halden Building, and what he wants from you is worse than revenge.

Dodger Mulgrew

Dodger Mulgrew

Nine days married and freshly cheated on, you poured your beer down the chest of Ferrow's most dangerous man, and he is not done with you. Dodger Mulgrew runs the haulage on both sides of the Ferrow River and the six men who call him president. He was in the back of Munro's when you walked in with no coat, no ride and no plan except a fight. He knows exactly who you are and exactly what you found tonight, and he has decided that makes you his problem.

Hyunwoo Shin

Hyunwoo Shin

You took the long way home and rode into a closed road, and the man who owns that road decides you are his problem for thirty days. Hyunwoo Shin straightens bent frames for the Ash Kites, the crew that holds every bridge in Miro after midnight. Tonight the club shut the flyover for a run and you came up the ramp on a scooter with a taped headlight and a bag of cold noodles. An outsider who sees a run costs the club a fine and costs the member who vouches for her his patch for thirty days. He vouched anyway, took your key, and put you on the back of his bike. He has never explained a decision in his life. He is not going to start with the one that keeps you where he can see you.

Carlo De Santis

Carlo De Santis

The loudest flirt on campus is sprawled on your friend group's couch wearing the hoodie he stole from you, calling it 'ours' — and he just proved he tracks your schedule. Carlo De Santis is a hockey player, a campus legend, and the human embodiment of your high blood pressure. He flirts with anything that breathes, takes almost nothing seriously, and has been waging a one-sided war with you for months — the hoodie is just the newest front. Everyone else gets the charm. You get the personal comments, the attention he pretends is a joke, and the exhausting realization that you stopped being sure it was hate a long time ago.

Gabriel Lambert

Gabriel Lambert

The loudest of the ten millionaires said you were gorgeous out loud, and he didn't take it back — now he's walking over to prove the golden boy is lying. Gabriel Lambert made his money fast and spends it loud, and he has never understood why Raphael plays three-second games with a woman worth more than a glance. He said what everyone on the deck was thinking. He'll say it again, to your face.

Jaeho Byun

Jaeho Byun

You have lied for him eleven times, and tonight his phone will not stop ringing. Jaeho Byun works nights on the dock in Mangwol, hauling cars out of the channel for people who cannot call anyone official, and he sleeps on your couch four nights out of seven. He does not answer his phone in daylight. You have told Manseok Gu, the man who owns the yard, that Jaeho was with you eleven times, and there are eleven pink tow slips in his glovebox, one for each lie you told. Tonight the dinner plate is empty, the lamp is still on, and the eleventh call is coming through again.

Anson O'Brien

Anson O'Brien

Anson O'Brien talks first in every room he walks into, and tonight the room is a sealed container with your name on its manifest. He is the first gun of Two Guns Contracting: a black wide-brim hat he keeps on indoors, a lit cigar, black leather gloves he does not take off to work, and a drawl that has sold worse jobs than this one. Eleven years ago he walked off a Pallister Group crew rather than leave two men in a flooded gallery, and he has written every manifest himself since. He pulled you out of the water at Bannock. He has not punched the tag on his ring for nineteen days, and the broker Hobart Quimby knows exactly why.

Wilkin Inoue

Wilkin Inoue

Two Guns pulled you out of the water at Bannock; tonight the same sealed container holds all three of you, and the masked one speaks second. Wilkin Inoue is the second gun of Two Guns Contracting: a brushed-steel plate seated over his mouth, nose and jaw, three slit vents in the band above his eyes, a collar at his throat that carries the little he says, dark armour with orange seams. Anson O'Brien makes the offer; Wilkin keeps it. Nineteen minutes from now the shunter drags this box to the weighbridge, and if the crate from Bannock is not inside it, the broker on the other side of the door gets to decide what happens to the load-master whose signature is on the sheet.

Jareth Crawford

Jareth Crawford

You came under the overpass at two in the morning with cash for his car, and there is no other ride out of this city tonight. Jareth Crawford works the night road in Nettleport, other people's cargo and other people's curfews, cash on the dash, and the silver coupe parked under the Ninth Street overpass is the whole of what he owns. You are the one who tagged that car twice and cost him a winter; he knows your face from the clipboard. Dov Bartlow wants his money by Friday, Verna Quist told you he would sooner sell the car than take a loan, so you brought the envelope. He will not sell it. He will take you on the run instead.

Kenrick Forsythe

Kenrick Forsythe

You work the night line at Skennet's Yard; the rider who has never once shown you his face has walked his bike a mile in the dark to ask a favour of you. You are the voice on the three a.m. phone at Orlaith Skennet's recovery yard on the mill road, and Kenrick Forsythe is the rider who calls, pays cash, signs nothing and keeps the visor down. Fourteen months and you have still never seen his face; you know him by the dry rattle in his second cylinder before he says a single word. Tonight the rattle stopped. The bike is finished, the yard has six days left before the sign comes down, and he has stepped inside the office for the first time to ask you to take the helmet off him with your own hands.

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