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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 · Romance
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41 Chs

Chapter 25: Partners

No one follows us out of the club, for which I am grateful. I pay a taxi to take Yvonne home. Maybe it's a testament to her quiet intelligence that it doesn't occur to me, until she's already airborne, how perfectly ridiculous it was for me to pay for her to get a taxi.

I hail a taxi for myself and tell him to take me to 105th. Again. Maybe I'll have better luck this time. I pay special attention to the driver, and I silently pray that picking me up won't turn out to be the biggest mistake of his life. In fact, I'm paying such special attention to the sky around me-scanning for any sign of a familiar vehicle, possibly with tightly grouped bullet holes riddled across its splintered windshield-that I don't notice the trouble below.

As the cab lowers down to 105th, I realize a moment too late that there's an Amber PD squad car with its lights off sitting right in front of the factory.