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.”... »
“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... »
“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... »
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... »
“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... »
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.... »
