Deadly In Pink: A Cyberpunk Novella by Matthew A. Goodwin

Author:Matthew A. Goodwin [Goodwin, Matthew A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Matthew A. Goodwin
Published: 2020-04-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Ynna had to keep herself from breaking into a run as she moved toward The Press the following morning.

The drudge had done an excellent job, and Karen had come home early with food from the restaurant for them to eat. They watched tv together until they both fell asleep. Ynna was happy her mom had taken such an interest in making sure they spent time together after the incident the night before, but she was almost too excited about the prospect of talking to her friends to care.

She was panting when she came upon Whitney.

“I’ve got it,” she said.

Whitney turned in confusion and raised an eyebrow. “Got what?”

“A plan,” Ynna wheezed.

“Oh,” Whitney said with a curious smile.

“So you can put your tits away, and we can make some real money,” Ynna told her.

“I like the sound of that,” Whitney said.

Whitney got the attention of Metric and Pes, and they both turned somewhat dubious eyes on Ynna.

“Okay,” she began, putting her hand on a pole to steady herself and catch her breath. The ancient wood crumbled at the touch, and Ynna pulled away. “So, you guys know that Carcer offers protection to local businesses to keep people from breaking in?”

“Yeah,” Metric said.

“You just figured that out?” Pes put in.

“No, shut up,” Ynna snarled playfully. “Let me finish. So, most places don’t pay and just put fake signs in the windows to keep from getting robbed.”

“Everyone knows that. Most of us hoodlums are pretty good at spotting the fakes,” Metric said, smiling to himself.

“Met, if you don’t let me finish, I’m going to put you through that fucking wall,” Ynna said, gesturing threateningly.

“I’d like to see you try,” Metric said under his breath but loud enough to be heard clearly.

“I would, too,” Pes added. “I’ll put fifty on Ynna.”

“Will you guys let her finish?” Whitney screamed, and the two shifted as if her words were a gust of wind.

“Fine, sorry,” Pes said.

“Yeah, sorry, Whit,” Metric raised his hands defensively.

Whitney made a sweeping motion with her hand. “The floor is yours.”

Ynna smiled. “Most people think they can spot the fakes but don’t actually act on it because there is a chance Carcer actually protects the place. The risk isn’t worth the reward.”

“Right,” Whitney agreed.

“But I snagged a list,” Ynna said, puffing herself up and folding her arms with pride.

“Wait. What?” Metric asked.

“A list of the places Carcer protects?” Whitney looked astonished.

“Yes,” Ynna said, a little smug. “And I have intel from their database, so we will know which shops are fronts for dealers and drug runners and the like.”

“No. Shit,” Whitney said.

“We are gonna be rich,” Pes muttered.

The three looked on her with such reverence that Ynna never wanted the moment to end.

“Now, we can rob some bad people and turn a nice little profit for ourselves,” she explained, though they had all come to understand that. She just wanted to rub it in.

Whitney looked at her with wide, happy eyes. “This is amazing.”

“Yeah, Yn, this will change our lives. How the hell did you do it?” Metric asked, sounding as if he was still in shock.

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