Continued from Part Twelve The Friends of the Earth, assembled in the small auditorium, screamed for blood. Botox Erickson swallowed—for his blood. Master Henry Falcon stepped out of the wings, shrouded in the black robe of authority. “Do you persist in denying the doctrine of forced extinction?” It’d all seemed so simple, such a great…
Continued from Part Eleven Snyder dashed into the parking garage, panting heavily. Talking with Mama and thinking things over during the interstate Skyrail trip had given him a smarter plan than shooting Greywolf. Catch her getting revenge on Boulet, hit his newly acquired panic button, and hold her for the cops. He looked at his…
Jirel entered the base psychology of-fice and saluted Dr. Boulet as his higher-ranking officer. She returned salute. “Sergeant, what can I do for you?” “Has Captain Greywolf been by?” “No. She passed me in the hall, but said nothing. At work, most abusers main-tain a façade of professionalism.” Greywolf wasn’t most abusers. If she hadn’t…
Continued from Part Nine Four days later, Dr Watkins led Snyder down the halls of the battered men’s shelter. Snyder shifted his backpack higher on his shoulder and asked the old man curious-ly, “What’s going on?” “I already told you, it’s a special surprise. You’ll see.” Probably a trick designed to get him to spill…
Continued from Part Eight Jirel sat at his desk as he went over the Quality Assurance results. Captain Greywolf stormed through the door. Jirel stood at attention and saluted her. “Captain.” “Oh, give me a break. Where is he?” “Who?” “Don’t get cute. I saw you there when the police arrested me. You need to…
Continued from Part Seven Jirel sat at the table in Dr. Boulet’s suite, while he waited for her to finish her examination of Snyder in the bedroom. She came out, still in a strapless black evening gown, and sat with him. “You were right, he won’t talk to me. But I’m satisfied that he has…
Continued from Part Six Jirel watched with Michael as the hu-man cops put Greywolf and Zorba in the back of Montez’s squad car. Zorba turned and glared at him. Jirel smiled. Michael said, “Zorba will disappear in lock-up. On Greywolf, Montez thinks he’s got a good shot of getting the DA to press the case,…
Continued from Part Five The door sprung open. Sergeant Jirel Cutler and three Las Vegas police officers burst into the room. Snyder sucked in air quickly. Breathing had never felt so good. The officer with “Montez” on his shirt screamed, “Get up!” Amanda said, “We were just playing.” “I bet,” said the officer in charge….
Continued from Part Four Jirel ran after Michael as they dashed through the casino. Two uniformed Las Vegas police officers stood by a craps table. Michael said, “Montez, North. You’re needed upstairs.” “Yes, sir.” The two officers ran ahead towards the pressurized airlift shafts. “Are these real policemen?” asked Jirel as they followed. “Yes,” said…
Continued from Part Three Snyder cursed. “I can’t believe I miss-ed this. The whole thing shorted out.” Amanda grabbed the device from Snyder’s hand and threw it across the luxury hotel room. “Thanks to your crap, we lost $200 million.” “But we wouldn’t have gotten to even $6 million without it.” Amanda shrieked, “Are you…