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DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 7: “Don’t Ask”

Friday, February 13, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 7: “Don’t Ask”

“Tell me I should see the other guy,” said Moxley. Connor looked annoyed. “Huh?” Moxley sighed. “It’s what you say, Connor. ‘You should see the other guy.’ Then you tell me he through the first punch and you put him on the floor defending yourself.” The polished wooden bench on which the pair sat... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 6: “You Really Don’t”

Thursday, February 5, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 6: “You Really Don’t”

“You’re going to have a heart attack,” said Chanelle from her doorway. “Nice to see you too, Chanelle,” said Moxley. He was florid, though relatively few stairs separated the ground level from his walk-up office. “I’ll have the rent soon.” “You’re ten days late,” she said. Her tone was flat. That was what Moxley... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 5: “Feeling’s Mutual”

Thursday, January 29, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 5: “Feeling’s Mutual”

“Moxley. I can’t say it’s a pleasure.” “Feeling’s mutual,” said Mox. Jacob Draeger, whose ID badge proclaimed him a subdirector of Government Inspection, pulled out the metal chair opposite Moxley’s and sat down at the steel table. There was a D-ring at both ends of the table, but Moxley was not shackled. The private... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 4: “No Dispares”

Sunday, January 25, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 4: “No Dispares”

The unmistakable ovoid of a high-explosive grenade landed at Harold Moxley’s feet.  He did not think. He kicked it as hard as he could, back toward the open door of the supply shack, and looked on in horror as it bounced off the door frame and back at him.  He bounded over it, leapt... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 3: “Lie Down with Squids”

Friday, January 16, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 3: “Lie Down with Squids”

“Bourbon,” said Moxley.  “Go easy on the ice.” Shebeiskowski waved the trashcan-shaped robot away when it rolled over to him.  He looked around the darkened pub as if he expected his coworkers to be hiding under the tables. At this time of day, though, the place was deserted.  If there was a human attendant... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 2: “Everybody’s Sorry”

Friday, January 9, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 2: “Everybody’s Sorry”

Moxley sat in a robot diner on Wernerplasse, rolling a flavored vapor tube from one corner of his mouth to the other. Before him on the table lay a pocket tab. He was using it to scroll through surveillance feeds. It made no sense. He simply could not wrap his brain around it. Ray... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 1: “He Died Hard”

Friday, January 2, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 1: “He Died Hard”

“Well,” said Moxley, “he died hard. No argument there.” Siengold narrow-eyed the detective for all he was worth.  Siengold was a Goop; he was supposed to hate private detectives. Like so many of the government operatives, however, he took real pleasure in this particular unspoken tenet of his job.  Around the two men, a... »