Paradise City:Dave Kline Got Murdered

The Setup

Paradise City, U.S.A.. 4 A.M.. Your vidphone buzzes insistently. On the screen, the psychedelic advertisement for Nettek Communications morphs into the smiling face of Jenny Darwin. The fixer is immaculate, as always. “Got a job for all of you” she announces brightly, apparently having called several people at once. “The client is very insistent on meeting you immediately. Café Roche, Seventy-Ninth Street, in the Downtown zone. I need you there within an hour”. She leans forward, causing her mouth to slide off-screen at the bottom of the phone. “The offer is $200,000 for each member of the team! Minus my fifteen percent, of course”. She straightens, her face pulling back into full view, and brushes some imaginary lint from her collar. “Do I land you guys the big money or what? Looks like I’m getting a brand new car this month after all. Easiest deal I ever made in my life – the Johnson had