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... »
“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,”... »
“Geez, Fran, can’t you change that?” asked Moxley, looking up from his corner booth at Row’s. He was nursing a cup of coffee he couldn’t afford, once more absorbed in the dozens of detailed case files Ray Neiring had amassed in the last weeks... »
The girl with the platinum hair glanced down at the device in her hand. Left here. Then a right. Then through the alley and two hundred meters farther on. ... »
“Carol?” said Mox. “Are you okay? I’ve been standing here for like ten minutes.” “Yes, yes,” said Carol Latham. “I’m so sorry, Harold. It’s just… I’m sorry. Please come... »
One of the ongoing frustrations for every writer who is not also a politically correct, progressive true believer — and there sure are plenty of authors who are — is that... »
