We often ride nowhere. The car traverses the city blocks to the highway of vehicles moving through the town in all directions. You maneuver us to the highway until the city is behind us, along with our jobs and tiny apartment. We head north, passing shopping centers and super-sized outlet malls under the rolling hills ...

This is not my city—it isn’t my world. I can’t remember how long it’s been since my first assignment. Fugitives are my business, and I’m very good at hunting them. I never fail a mission. Unfortunately, my latest conquest took me here to a world of excess and instant gratification. This world is the perfect ...