Chapter 8 · free to read
The manual override predated every computer in the building. It had been kept because in 1978 somebody sensible had decided a city should always be able to turn its own lights on by hand.
It was the moment the case turned inside out, and neither of them said anything clever, because both of them had gone cold.
It was the smallest case wall the Violent Crimes floor had ever seen and the first one that was true.
One name left. Whoever wanted total manual authority over the city's power had spent five weeks and seven bodies getting to a single twenty-nine-year-old engineer.
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