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Emerson Mauthus sat on a couch across from Darian Ellesmere and frowned at the wreck his friend’s life had become. “I don’t know how many more times I can bail you out of these little self-destructions,” Mauthus said. They were in the lobby of the Hesperia Substance Abuse Rehabilitation Center, the city spreading out behind…
He should have known better. It had been careless, following McGill into the blind alley off 52nd Street without having another set of eyes with him. But Vito Altasinno didn’t credit his quarry with an abundance of cunning. He didn’t expect the ambush. He had just turned around the corner, bringing the pistol up to…
He’d been a colonel. A crimelord. A king. A clone. Well, a bunch of clones, actually. Now what was he? Colin Frederick Neidermeyer, a gray-bearded relic gathering dust and wrinkles in the bowels of some living starship in a galaxy crawling with aliens that he had been taught from childhood to mistrust; to hate. Here,…
“Please deactivate all electronic devices as we make our final descent into Seattle, Washington,” came the female flight attendant’s voice over the jet’s public address system. Teena Fields, caught in mid-sentence in her latest dissertation on World War II battles in the Pacific Theater, sighed in disappointment. She had hoped to finish that section before…