“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... »
“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 up, grabbing the silver serving tray in both hands. Her good china and the tea... »
“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.... »
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... »
