Vance let out a yawn. Raindrops had been sneaking their way into the small shelter, and he was getting sick of listening to Cliff drone on and on. "I thought you said we had to get going."

"Right, right." Cliff snapped back into reality. "Anyway, this city's called Petro. It has its share of blue collar workers, but its northern district houses some of the wealthiest men in the dimension of Tartoch. Some of them are, of course, involved in the organized crime syndicate ...