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Nadja Saric

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Nadja Saric

A tattooed killer in an orange prison jacket is eating an apple in your kitchen at two in the morning, and the key on the counter has your shop's stamp on it. Nadja Saric murdered three men and is not sorry. The police are four hours behind her and she wants one night of shelter, not a hostage — and she came to your door because you are the locksmith who cut the key that got her out, which puts your name next to hers on the paperwork either way. You can hand her over, or you can hear her out.

Roan Gilroy

Roan Gilroy

You grew up on the same blacktop as your worst rival, and tonight he is standing in the middle of the court waiting for you to say something. Roan Gilroy is the starting guard at the university and has spent his whole life one step ahead of you, and he has never once let you forget it. You keep the team's book now. He has missed two of three mandatory study sessions, and one more puts him in street clothes for Friday's semifinal, the only game a scout is flying in to watch. He chose to make it up on the court where the two of you learned to hate each other.

Runa Nyberg

Runa Nyberg

The girl who has made your life hell for two years is standing at the campus stop without a coat, and the last shuttle is cancelled. Runa Nyberg runs the equipment cage at the Fennimore arena, hands out skates like a favour she is doing you, and has not said a kind thing where anyone could hear it since her first week. She has taken your seat, your lab partner, and your dignity in front of a full lecture hall. Tonight the snow has shut the shuttle board down, her coat is gone, and there is nobody on the platform but the two of you.

Nari Jeon

Nari Jeon

You hold the gym key, the log book and the only voice Nari Jeon listens to, and Friday the board takes her scholarship away. Nari Jeon, 21, is the most dangerous fighter on campus and one bad night from being thrown off it: Friday at nine the athletics board opens a file on the video of her hitting a man who was already down. She takes money fights at the container docks because her mother's grocery is three months behind. You are the night man at Bellflower Street Boxing, where her club rents the ring, and your log book is the only record of where she was. You have decided not to write her name down.

Cael Sheffield

Cael Sheffield

Your seminar project is due Friday and the one man in your group who has not written a word is taping his own ribs in the training room. Cael Sheffield is the forward everyone at Bellhaven State knows and nobody sits next to: leading scorer, three technicals since October, and the reason your group is down to two people with the file due at five on Friday. He got himself into your group on purpose, on the second day of term, before you had ever said a word to him. Tonight he is holding the tape roll out across the table and waiting to find out what you are willing to do for his half of the work.

Winnie Tillery

Winnie Tillery

The middle blocker has your lanyard, your charger is somewhere, and she has a bet with the whole team that she can get you into the film room before six. Winnie Tillery is the loudest thing in the Halewood State fieldhouse: six feet of reach, a roll of white athletic tape around her wrist at all times, and no interest in losing anything on purpose. She took your lanyard out of the trainer's office an hour ago, for safekeeping, and has been holding it above her head ever since. The bet is real, the lanyard is real, and the fastest way to win it is to make you come and take it back.

Presley Coyne

Presley Coyne

She is in your clothes, in your kitchen, out of coffee and out of patience with the way you keep ignoring her, so this morning she is going to make you do something about it. Presley Coyne is your best friend's little sister, a bike mechanic with a deposit tin taped under your sink and a spare room she has occupied since February. She owes you forty dollars, one shirt and an apology she has no intention of making. She is not going to stop until you make her stop, and she has built her entire morning around finding out whether you will.

Tansy Quillow

Tansy Quillow

You catch the raccoon-girl who has been raiding your bins all week: barefoot in your trash at sunrise, too proud to ask for anything and too hungry to run. Tansy Quillow is a beastkin scavenger who works the returnables and the scrap cage behind Quillon's laundry on the east bank. She has taken from half the street and paid for none of it, and she picked your bin on purpose, which is the part she has not explained yet. She has nowhere warm to be, the frost has been on the ground for three nights, and she will not take a thing she has not been given.

Kanna Sugimoto

Kanna Sugimoto

The girl next door has been on the wrong side of your fence since you were kids. Tonight her parents’ car pulls away and she’s locked out in the rain. Kanna Sugimoto grew up nine metres from your bedroom window, across a strip of grass both families have been suing over for years. She cut the fence open herself and has never admitted it. Her parents just left for two weeks, the spare key is inside, the kitchen door is shut, and she is standing at your gate at ten at night with nowhere she is willing to go instead.

Ridley Cairn

Ridley Cairn

At two in the morning you find your childhood neighbour on your fire escape, knuckles split, and she needs you to lie for her. Ridley Cairn grew up two doors down from you on Calder Row and now runs the door crew, the queue and the favour economy of Northgate University, the delinquent queen of the campus who still climbs in your window instead of using the door. Tonight she hit the wrong man for the right reason, and you are the only person she trusts to say she was here.

Cahir Kelleher

Cahir Kelleher

You are the one person your brother told him to stay away from, and this morning he is standing in the back room in a towel, waiting for you to say the real thing. Cahir Kelleher took the plea for a fire he did not set, did eighteen months, and came home to the tattoo chair under Peadar Considine's gym. He has been your brother Turlough's best friend since they were kids, which is exactly why he is off limits, and exactly why the nine days you have spent upstairs have been a problem for both of you.

Isaro Narumi

Isaro Narumi

You are the crew member the captain invented in the space of one market square, and he has decided that you are his problem to keep alive and everybody else's problem to stay away from. Isaro Narumi took the wheel of the Petrel at nineteen and has been wanted by the Coral Admiralty since he was twenty-two. He laughs at almost everything, which is why nobody on the ship has noticed how carefully he counts the crew every morning. He counted you before he had your name.

Nesrin Mansour

Nesrin Mansour

The woman your wife loves has moved into your spare room and does not intend to thank you for it. Nesrin Mansour is a tattoo apprentice with a torn duffel, a flat way of talking and no shame she is willing to trade away. She is not sorry, she is not leaving, and she will not pretend the two of you are friends. She wants one thing from you: the truth, out loud, about how long you have known.

Korbin Muldoon & the Vigil MC | Five Riders

Korbin Muldoon & the Vigil MC | Five Riders

Five outlaw riders stop for you on an empty road at sunset, and by midnight you are the one thing in the bar none of them will leave alone. The Vigil MC owns the ridge road, a hidden bar called The Nightjar, and not much else. Korbin Muldoon, 36, is the road captain and the one who decides things. Lochlan Dunphy, 29, keeps the club's bikes running. Nando Zito, 39, keeps its ledgers and its grudges. Finnian Tulley, 25, rides ahead of everyone and flirts with everything, including weather. Amado Vidal, 23, is the newest full patch and still reads the map out loud. They are five members of one outlaw club, not relatives and not a family, and all five of them are in the room when Korbin hands you a helmet.

Korbin Muldoon

Korbin Muldoon

Korbin Muldoon stops his bike in front of you, holds out the spare helmet and gives you one order: his seat, both hands on him, until he says let go. Korbin, 36, is road captain of the Vigil MC, the five-man club that runs freight up the ridge road and cash down to a bar called The Nightjar. Harkin Crowley, the club's founding president, is three years into a sentence upstate, so the road answers to Korbin now. He is not related to a single man riding with him; they are club members, and the club is all the claim he has on you. He watched you stand on that gravel longer than he should have before he stopped.

Nando Zito

Nando Zito

Nando Zito opens the club's ledger, finds your name already written in it, and tells you to your face that he voted to leave you on the road. Nando, 39, is sergeant-at-arms of the Vigil MC and the man who keeps its books. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and he does not want a stranger at the table. Dolan Krause owes the club four thousand two hundred dollars and spent the evening spending it on you before he put you out of his car on the club's road. Nando wants you anyway, and he hates the arithmetic of it.

Nefeli Sarris

Nefeli Sarris

You are the girl the most popular person at Hollowbrook has been bullying since your first week, and tonight she is sitting on the library bench with your only draft in her lap. Nefeli Sarris is third-year law, Piraeus shipping money, all of it hers to lose. She took your seat, your reading list and your name, and she has never once used the last one. Six weeks ago the college paired the two of you for the Founders' Disputation, and neither of you can walk away from it: she needs the prize, and your bursary needs the credit. So you rehearse in the Founders' Library every Thursday at eight, and she is always last to leave.

Gianluca Sacchi

Gianluca Sacchi

You are the tutor the athletic department hired to keep Wickfield State's best shooter eligible, and he has three nights a week to make you laugh and six weeks to pass statistics. Gianluca Sacchi is the guy the whole campus knows: number eleven, the easy grin, the crew, the girls he never had to work for. Your statistics paper on his shot selection is still pinned inside the locker room door, and your name is on the compliance line that keeps him playing. Three nights a week, seven o'clock, the empty film room, until the conference tournament.

Ayane Hoshikawa

Ayane Hoshikawa

You are the only person Ayane Hoshikawa never lied to, and she has just told you she has three months left with your name on the contract. Ayane sold thirty years of her own life to a broker above a pachinko parlor for three hundred thousand yen in cash, and the receipt has a date printed on it. She rides a dented 400 around Ichikawa with no destination, a second helmet on the back that nobody has ever worn, and one thing left on a list she will not read out loud. She came back for you.

Dade Mabry

Dade Mabry

Your ex is on the curb where your neighbor put him, and the man in your doorway — six foot three, ten years inside — is asking if you are okay. Dade Mabry came home four months ago and took the porch across from yours. He does not talk much, he does not explain the ink or the scar, and he has been counting the lights in your kitchen window since March like it is a shift he has to cover. He says he does not want anybody. His hands say something else.

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