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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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Chapter 35: Daybreak (Part 2)

Yvonne's up and running before my aching body can even get to its feet. She sprints to the rear of the roof and hops into the seat of her skybike. The headlamps come on as she revs the engine.

"Hurry up, old man!" she yells.

"Smart-mouthed little..." She's putting on her helmet as I climb into the rear seat. The thing's a souped-up old pre-war model that would make a collector drool. I'm hardly even settled in when she kicks the antigrav boosters and we rocket off the roof into the sky.

I cling for dear life to the handholds as the wind whips by. The tails of my new coat billow over the back of the bike. It's all I can do not to look down.

"Came from one of the top windows, in that building with the old satellite station!" I shout at Yvonne over the roar of the wind. "We can find a way in from the roof."