History has a way of repeating itself, even for telepaths . . .


History has a way of repeating itself, even for telepaths . . .
As a Level Eight telepath, I am the best police interrogator in the department. But I'm not a cop-I never will be-and my only friend on the force, Homicide Detective Isabella Cherabino, is avoiding me because of a telepathic link I created by accident.
And I might not even be an interrogator for much longer. Our boss says unless I pull out a miracle, I'll be gone before Christmas. I need this job, damn it. It's the only thing keeping me sane.
Parts for illegal Tech-the same parts used to bring the world to its knees in the Tech Wars sixty years ago-are being hijacked all over the city. Plus Cherbino's longtime nemesis, a cop killer, has resurfaced with a vengeance. If I can stay alive long enough, I just might be able to prove my worth, once andfor all . . .
Praise for Clean
'Reminds me very much (and very fondly) of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files.' SF Signal
'A fun blend of Chinatown and Blade Runner.' James Knapp, author of State of Decay