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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 39: Long Way Down (Part 3)

The viewport from Rutherford Harland's observatory is no less impressive in full daylight. Across a blue, cloudless sky, the sun shines over the skyline. I lean on the balcony railing, my broken fingers splinted and wrapped, my arm done up in a sling. My good hand clutches a cane. I don't like having to use it. Makes me feel like an old man.

Beside me, Rutherford is quiet. I can't help but feel partially responsible, given all he's been forced to contend with over the past forty-eight hours. He'd been hesitant, at first, about my plan to stage his public appearance and use Hennessy as bait to catch the killer. I think the idea of his son's funeral-phony or not-becoming a scene of violence gave him trepidation. But, oh, how he enjoyed the idea of tricking all those high society types into thinking he was dead for a few hours.