Then, the text popped up on the camera's main screen.
"Mara?"
"Stand there," Elias instructed. He didn't tell her to smile. He didn't tell her to turn her chin. He just waited.
Elias Thorne sat alone in the rain, the richest man in Sector 4, holding the only true thing in the world, realizing too late that to truly possess a moment, you have to kill it.
The rain in Sector 4 didn't wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of a derelict gallery, watching the neon lights of the strip clubs and noodle bars blur into streaks of pink and green.