All I wanted was a simple delivery. In. Out. Get paid. Now my client is scrap metal, I'm public enemy number one for Detroit's two most powerful gangs, and the only thing I "stole" is a data drive I never even touched. My only ally is a cynical ex-cop fixer who sees me as a pawn. My only way out is to trust a ghost-the very same one that framed me. In this city, you're either the hunter, the prey, or you're smart enough to play both sides. I'm about to become all three. They framed the wrong courier.