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DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 27: “Try Your Luck”
Colored lights and half a dozen melodies fought for Moxley’s attention. He stepped through the air curtain at the Surfside half expecting someone to notice. The casino was a new one and there was little chance he would already be on a list here, but it was possible. Located on the Northernmost edge of... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 26: “Aloysius Tann”
Moxley smelled blood. The door was open and that was bad. Lobby kept his place locked down at all times. Drawing his gun, Mox crept inside. The lights were on full bright, something else that Lobby never did. Mox picked his steps carefully. The entire living area was coated in blood. Shebeiskowski’s corpse stared... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 25: “He Had a Tank”
Oyd Waller stood up behind the square of machined crystal that was his desk. “Explain to me,” he said, growing redder with every word, “why you can’t kill a single, broken-down private detective!” Seated before him, Miller shifted uncomfortably. “He had a tank,” was all he could offer. “My men weren’t prepared for that.”... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 24: “Squibbily Bibbity Blam Blam”
“You don’t look too bad,” said Weber. Moxley, once more in the passenger seat, stared at the traffic. Everything was snarled as they crawled through a detour. A pair of drones had struck one another and landed on a pedestrian. It happened more often than anyone liked to admit. When Weber kept staring at... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 23: “Drinking Helps”
“You make me wanna puke, kid.” Moxley stared up at Weber, eyes red, face slack. He did not know where he was. He did not know who was talking to him. Everything was blurry. When Web slapped him across the face, the world took on form once more. Weber looked mad. Well. That was... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 22: “Fire and Brimstone”
Sara Lindsey was already drawing her pistol when Detective Moxley told her to run. The thing that looked like Phillips lunged with its carving knife, but the detective was up, grabbing the silver serving tray in both hands. Her good china and the tea kettle crashed to the floor. Moxley cracked the serving tray... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 21: “A Confluence of Factors”
“Oh dear,” said Councilwoman Sara Lindsey. “You don’t look at all well, young man.” “I think you’re taking liberties with the title,” said Moxley. Holding his ribs with one arm, he gestured to doorway. “May I come in, ma’am?” “Well I can’t have you dropping dead on my doorstep,” said Lindsey. She moved aside... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 20: “I’ve Got a Theory”
Moxley was still holding the plastic invoice Jimmy had given him when he reached his car and climbed inside. How he was going to pay it, he didn’t know. That wasn’t his biggest problem right now. He sighed, sank back into the seat, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wanted nothing more... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 19: “We’ll Talk”
The male caught his eye. The female was right behind its partner. As Moxley watched, the male synthoid reached out, picked a man in a pan hat who wandered across his path, and jerked the man out of the crowd. Mox felt his jaw drop as the synthoid snapped the citizen’s neck. The body... »
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 18: “Don’t Come Back”
“Seingold. Seingold!” Moxley called. Seingold turned. His expression was bland; he was apparently in one of his ignore-Harold-Moxley moods. There was no time to indulge petty grudges. Even the Goops were potential allies right now. “Harold Moxley,” said Seingold. “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” said Moxley. “You don’t like me, I don’t like you,... »