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a difference, unlike him. He was hunting down interplanetary criminals for the APM to prosecute, something he’d once done on Lekithia as a cop, but corruption was slowing down the recovery of his homeworld. Once he’d vowed to fight it, but it had ground him down. It was everywhere, from the top down. It was why he’d left and joined the military. Better pay, better conditions and he’d felt as though he was making a difference even if he wasn’t helping his homeworld. If not for Noga, he’d still be in the APM instead of a bounty hunter.
    Which brought him back to his original problem of what to do with Haliday and how to capture Noga now that he was satisfied it was him. On any other space station or inhabited moon, it wouldn’t have mattered. He’d have pressed a gun to Noga’s head and cuffed him there and then. Here he had to be much more careful or risk getting thrown off himself for violating one of the Moon’s conduct rules.
    Haliday moved closer, her free hand trailing down his chest, sliding lower until her fingers brushed the tip of his straining cock. “This elevator is taking too long to arrive.”
    “What’s the rush?” His mind suddenly latched on to another use for Haliday. “You got another meeting with those businessmen?”
    She pouted. “It’s just business.”
    Yes, it was. Haliday could lead him right back to Noga and prove a useful distraction. Of course, then the problem was catching Noga without breaking any of the rules on the Moon. He couldn’t afford the bail—no doubt Noga could.
    “I’m so glad you could fit me into your schedule.” He tilted her chin and kissed her lilac lips. He wasn’t going to disappoint, not if he wanted to stick close to her and use her. For a milli-tric , guilt flared before slinking away. Guilt was a constant companion since getting thrown out of the APM. Screwing one socialite and using her to take down Noga would be worth it.
    And it wasn’t as if Haliday Fisher was ever going to think of him again after her visit to the Moon. He was a short-term fling, a tric or two and nothing more.
    The elevator doors opened with a dull chime and they got in. He swiped his room card over the panel and the doors closed, taking them to his floor. Advertisements for the various pleasures offered played on the screens on every wall. Pictures flicked past, after every ad, there was a reminder of the rules.
    No interspecies hate.
    No violence.
    No debts.
    Enjoy your stay at Decadent Moon.
    Three simple rules. They got broken rather frequently according to the stats he’d looked at while researching. However, Moon security dealt with offenders fast, with a ninety-nine percent prosecution record. Guess once people got a few drinks or drugs into them, they forgot their interspecies manners.
    He’d had them drilled into him. And yet even in the APM, people tended to gravitate toward their own species. It was easier…and yet as he glanced at Haliday, harder. He’d stopped taking pheromone blockers when he’d left the military because he didn’t like his senses dulled, now it was obvious why they insisted that all Phrial s take them while serving. Not because they couldn’t control the urge, but because it was distracting and some species didn’t appreciate the smell. Lekithian politics had all but banned the use of blockers. Before the war, they’d been commonplace. Now people blamed them for the breakdown of society.
    He sighed. Lekithia was all kinds of fucked-up. That was why he didn’t bother going home. For a heartbeat, he envied Haliday and how easily she moved between the rebuilding effort and the glamorous off-world parties. Best of all worlds.
    She tore her gaze from a screen of a Helvelet male dancing. One never wanted to be on the wrong side of a Helvelet , but always in their bed.
    “Chit for your thoughts?”
    He laughed. “You can have it for free. You’re making me think of Lekithia and how long it’s been since I’ve been home.”
    “Ah.