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480 pages, Hardcover
First published January 8, 2013

"This is what I do," he answers.
"Play video games?"
He lifts an eyebrow. "Hack systems."
I look at him, standing there in his button-down shirt and khaki pants and can't imagine him as anything but a rule follower of the highest order. I mean, even his shoes are perfectly polished. But then I make the mistake of meeting his eyes, and they're not cold anymore. Instead, they're totally bad ass. Filled with confidence and the thrill of the chase.
The lines between black and white are blurring more with every second we're on the road, on the run, until distinguishing the varying shades of grey has become next to impossible for me. Fleeing the authorities, breaking and entering, stealing. And even worse is the knowledge that there's nowhere to go but down.



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