Technomancer (Unspeakable Things: Book One)

demons and yanked the door open.
    Holly whooped. She shoved her hand deeply into the safe and pulled out three wads of money. They were thick packets of twenties, hundreds of them in each wad, folded over once and wrapped neatly with thick blue rubber bands.
    I reached out and took one of the wads from her. She frowned, but then shrugged. I hefted the wad in my palm. Three thousand, I figured. Maybe four.
    “For expenses, Tony,” I said aloud to no one. “We’ll call this full payment for investigating your death.”
    “I’ll call it severance pay,” Holly added. She reached back into the safe with a grin on her face. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.
    She gave an irritated squeak and slapped my hand away. I looked into the safe. There was more money in there. A lot of it. I slammed the safe closed and spun the dial.
    “What the hell?” Holly exclaimed. She stood up and grabbed at my sleeve. “Are you crazy, Draith?”
    “It’s not ours. Not all of it.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “There are other girls who need to get paid. Maybe Tony had heirs too.”
    Holly shook her head. “I never figured you for a do-gooder.”
    “I didn’t figure you for a thief either,” I lied.
    She slapped at me, but I caught her wrist. I stood up, still holding her wrist so she couldn’t slap me again.
    “Two wads of cash are all you’re getting. I’m sure that is more than you were owed.”
    Holly seemed to get hold of herself then. She heaved a sigh. “Yeah. I’m sorry. I just got a little carried away.”
    “Sure. I understand.”
    She shoved the cash into her purse and headed out. I followed. She pushed open the back door a fraction, then paused to look back at me.
    “What are you going to do now?” she asked.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll find a hotel. I need some sleep.”
    She nodded. “Yeah, I can see that. You could use some fresh clothes too. Say, you want to come to my place? I’ll let you get some sleep and borrow some of my ex-boyfriend’s clothes. He was about your size.”
    I thought about it. Was this real consideration or something else? “I don’t know,” I said. “But thanks a lot for the offer.”
    Her lips cinched tight. I wasn’t sure if it was because I wasn’t cooperating with a sneaky plan of hers, or if I had insulted her somehow.
    “I’m not going to try to take them, you know,” she said hotly.
    “What? The money?”
    “The sunglasses.”
    I eyed her for a second. Right then, it occurred to me that sunglasses that let you open vaults were quite valuable. Priceless, maybe.
    “People are going to be looking for you,” Holly said. “Do you understand that? You can’t use Tony’s plastic. You shouldn’t even be in his clothes, or showing off those sunglasses.”
    I nodded. “Maybe you’re right,” I said. “Let’s go to your place.”
    Holly twisted her lips and made a face at me. I pretended not to notice.
    “You can tell me the story you promised while we walk,” I said.
    Neither of us had a car, and it was a long walk. Holly began to talk. Somehow it turned into more than the story of the accident. She told me everything. At least, I thought she did.
    When she was done, everything was a lot clearer.

Holly Jensen had started off her career in the city as a dealer. Her job mostly consisted of flipping out cards when smoking, vodka-drinking men said “hit me” at the blackjack table. She learned to charm them with her pretty smile and thus garner tips. The job had gone well for a year or so, until she’d been fired for palming a few extra chips that had not been intended as tips. Those cameras and mirrors and the assholes that sat behind them didn’t miss a trick, as she put it.
    Fortunately, there were others on the casino strip who wanted her. She’d moved on down to the Lucky Seven, a big horseshoe-shaped building that flowed with twinkling green lights each night. The twin towers of the horseshoe were filled with hotel patrons while the base of the U-shaped building was a giant casino. Behind the casino was what they called a “show palace.” The palace had once hosted comedy acts and singers from both coasts and had been filledwith high rollers who kept gold on their wrists and in their mouths. After the turn of the century, the show palace had decomposed into something that resembled a giant titty bar.
    The bosses at the show palace wore too-tight suits and experienced leers. They gave her a job on the chorus