Even American Gods Die

Imagine uncovering the biggest secret in human history --- New York, 2087, a leading British banker is murdered. Not trusting the Americans, London sends an investigator, but quietly. They send Rendell Stone, a non-conformer, an unknown, and loaded into his tattoo is a nullspace-addicted sentient machine. Constance Granger is NSA and served with Stone during the Xinjiang Excursion; the horrific scenes from that vault haunt her still. Stone quickly ties the Rim Co-operative to the case. The Eurasian Commonwealth takes an interest, and there's another party, one that keeps to the shadows. The blocs are circling. There's a secret; some want left buried, others want dug up. A secret the investigation will expose. What begins with a murder will end with who drove the English-speaking Free Territories into permanent economic oblivion, what happens when you screw around with physics, and a God born of the Singularity who isn't going to let some do-gooders stop Him from becoming the very universe itself.