Prologue The mission on the island of Mallorca, located just off the coast of Spain in the Mediterranean, was concluded. A lot of nothing had happened, at least from a perceived observational conclusion by both Dave White, my assigned partner, and I. I’d killed a...
David White stared at me, his expression one of initial shock wearing toward unwilling acceptance. Watching him make up his mind was an exercise in patience, but also a participation in entertainment. I waited for him to move. Movement meant life. Movement meant...
The Fletcher coasted to a complete stop in the middle of the estuary pond. Dave got hold of the poles and set them so they’d protrude out over the water, both on the hull facing away from the estate. I unlimbered the rifle from its leather case below the edge of the...
The Galaxy was headed for Travis Air Force Base, which meant, since Travis was about sixty-five miles northeast of the airport in San Francisco, that Dave and I would have to make that trip and then fly commercial home, he to Scottsdale and me to Albuquerque. There...
The money for Nguyen and Kingsley had to be retrieved from the paymaster at the Air Force Base, and I knew I was the only one who could present himself in person to claim it. The system, all military and civil governmental systems, were peculiarly protective of cash...
The road that wasn’t a road appeared before me, as I crawled to come to its rough edge. I was facing Albuquerque. My sense of direction returned, and the terror of being killed, once again, was replaced by a dedicated desire to right the balance of justice in my...