Darby Skelm

Open mouths, empty heads, big bytes. The extraction chips are gone. Émilie's closet is empty. But the memories she harvested are circulating through Moshimoto like currency - and someone's spending them. Darby Skelm is running a dead man's identity through the most hostile corporate architecture on the planet. New suit. New name. Same skull full of someone else's regrets. The target: a hostile takeover so deep it reaches the consciousness processors in the walls.
Beverly works the room like a weapon. Her dress is gunmetal. Her pheromones are patented. And the thing building between her and Darby is either leverage or the most dangerous mistake either of them will ever make. The ledger they're chasing could burn the whole system down. The system is counting on that.