The City Keeps Score

**I wake up on a steel tray with a bullet hole in my shirt and a black ledger floating in front of my face.** **The same people who put me down want it back. The corporate hunter holding a gun to my head needs me alive long enough to prove it exists.** Mara Quinn doesn't ask—she drags me into her safehouse, locks the door, and tells me I'm bait. Every lie I've ever been sold, every debt I've collected, every hit I've survived—it all feeds the ledger now. And the numbers keep rising. She says if I help her track the real bookkeeper, she'll let me walk. But the ledger just wrote her boss's name in blood, and the last entry says I already owe her my second life. **The city's coming to collect, and I still don't know which one of us is the trade.**