Skater felt a cold emptiness swell up inside him, threatening to envelop him. For eight years he’d been running the shadows—and that was a long time to survive in this biz—hustling and dodging bullets on every bit of action he could sign on for. There’d been a vague plan, an amorphous dream of getting out of the sprawl and the biz, but more than anything else, he’d been buying the security he’d never known. Now it was gone, taken away.