THE COEFFICIENT OF JANICE
Excerpts from Chapter 1
The High Plains Drifter seemed to hang in space; an illusion of course; it was actually traveling at a high rate of speed.
Marshals Gram turned and gave KC one of his patented crooked grins. "I want you to know, I do appreciate your help on this last case."
"I didn't tell you anything, you didn't already know."
"I just appreciate your help."
“It’s a shame you had to put him down.”
"Well, he went for his gun."
The top deck was covered by a tinted dome, that offered a beautiful panoramic view of the stars. Marshal Gram was traveling parallel to the ship. After one last wave, he moved into a long banking u-turn. Partway through, he vanished; yet another illusion of faster-than-light travel.
Up a few steps, was the pilot's station. Aonghus McNight stood there. He had Brazilian jazz playing on the sound system and was munching on a salad: field greens; sliced red onion; a pear; chopped pecans; blue cheese; and a homemade dressing made with maple syrup, apple cider, and vinegar.
"Let me get a cup of coffee, and I'll be right there."
"Change of plans." That was McNight from the pilot's bridge. "We're going to Mud Hill now."
Thurmond Renfield Adderlink, the King of Iron Rock, Snake to his friends; that meant there was no getting out of whatever it was.
"It sounds really important," said Aonghus.
"It always is." She took one last, longing look at the freshly made pot of coffee.
"Ah, crap," she mumbled.
Watch for the upcoming release of THE COEFFICIENT OF JANICE. Also, watch for excerpts from Chapter 2, coming in about a week.