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A Knife in the Dark

Author: Corey McCullough is an independent copy editor, proofreader, ghostwriter, and author. He lives in western Pennsylvania with his amazing wife Vanessa and their two beautiful daughters. His favorite pastimes are reading, writing, playing video games, spending time with his best friend (Vanessa), and, most of all, being a dad. Night lasts for days on the planet Jannix, and when the sun goes down over a city brimming with corruption and organized crime, no one can be certain they will see another dawn. Retired police detective Jack Tarelli has turned to the bottle to cope with these long nights ever since the unsolved murder of his wife, but when he's called to the home of an enigmatic starship tycoon just hours after a high-profile homicide, he knows his longest night yet has just begun. Led on a chase deep into the shadows of a city that never wakes, the hard-nosed and uncompromising Jack finds himself on the trail of a killer whose true motives shrouded. Was it revenge for an interplanetary business deal gone wrong? Or something more personal? As connections to Jack's own bloody past rise to the surface, it becomes clear that this is more than a search for answers. It's a race against time. And the body count is going to rise long before the sun. A Knife in the Dark is a gritty tech noir story combining elements of "used future" science fiction and film noir in a fast-paced, futuristic thriller.

Corey McCullough · sci-fi
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41 Chs

Chapter 24: Three Questions

Leaning with her back against the bar, Yvonne takes a sip of her drink and studies the scratches on my head.

"My, you're a mess," she says.

"Some days more than others," I say, wondering if she heard any of my conversation with Rutherford. If she did, she's not giving it away. "How's your luck tonight?"

"Hmm?"

"The tables."

"Oh. It's been all right, but gambling bores me. Unless it's the horses."

"Come here often?"

"Are you trying to flirt with me? You must be twenty years my senior, Mr. Tarelli. Shame on you."

"Well. A beautiful woman, looking lonely-you can't blame a guy. You are alone, aren't you? Not very smart, in this part of town."

Yvonne looks around the room in an unconcerned sort of way. "You might be surprised to learn I'm not the delicate flower you think I am."

I watch her carefully as I say, "You here looking for your brother?"