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Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
Description: The year is 2071 and there's a serial killer loose in Atlanta. Lieutenant Jak Decker, a homicide cop, is on the case but is getting nowhere. As the body count mounts, his boss assigns him a partner, the smart and beautiful Detective Cassandra Smith. Decker, a tough, wise-cracking loner, doesn't want a partner, especially when he finds out she's an android.
eBook Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing/Double Dragon eBooks, 2011 Double Dragon Publishing
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [307 KB]
Words: 65481
Reading time: 187-261 min.

CHAPTER 1

Atlanta, Georgia. May 13, 2071.

The vic was female, nude, and very dead.

Lieutenant Jak Decker crouched down to get a closer look. She was pretty, with long black hair and hazel eyes. The lifeless eyes stared back at him as she lay on the ground face up, a large gash across her naked torso. There were burn marks around the wound and dark blood pooled underneath the body.

"Same M.O. as the last one," he said.

Captain Ivana Petrova stood next to the body and nodded. "Some type of laser weapon."

He glanced up. "That's obvious. Tell me something I don't know."

She shook her head slowly, an exasperated look on her face. "Save your wisecracks for somebody who gives a crap."

He turned back to the corpse and touched the left arm. It felt cold and stiff. Anger welled up in him, and he took a couple of deep breaths. This makes three. Three killings in two weeks. Then he pressed the vic's eyes closed.

"The M.E. puts the time of death at about 2 a.m. this morning," Petrova said.

Decker looked around the park. Except for the police and medical examiner's staff, the place was deserted. The sun was rising over the city's skyline and overhead, aircar traffic was building, indicating the start of the morning rush. Thousands of flyers were already streaming in from the suburbs.

A couple of police techs were finishing recording and analyzing the scene. They packed up their computer and vid equipment, and one of them came over and handed the captain a data chip. She plugged it into the built-in reader of her gloved hand.

Petrova read the small flexible screen on the tech-glove's palm. "We got nothing, Jak. No prints, no DNA, no sign of sexual assault."

He nodded. "Just like before. And no weapon or eyewitnesses. Damn it, this guy's good."

She tucked her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears. "You're assuming it's a he."

"Serial killers usually are."

"Yeah. But I never assume anything. Not when it comes to murder."

Decker shrugged. "Whatever. My money's on a man."

"That's not much to go on."

His face turned red. Standing up, he said, "I'll solve the case." He was a tall, muscular man, and he towered over her.

Petrova looked up at him, a hard look on her face. "You'd better. And soon. I'm getting pressure from upstairs."

"Worry less about politics and more about police work."

She put her hands on her hips. "Solve it, Jak. The clock's ticking." She spun around and headed to her flyer, parked outside the police barricades.

Decker squatted next to the body again. "I'll catch him," he murmured.

He zipped the body bag closed and waved the M.E. techs over.

Then he stood up and walked over to his groundcar.

It was 8 a.m. by the time he got home, an apartment in a midtown tower. He took a sonic shower, dressed in fresh clothes, and programmed the autochef for breakfast. Noting the time on his wrist unit, he decided to skip the scotch and poured himself a beer instead.

Decker sat at the kitchen table and put on his tech-glove. He scanned the news for a few minutes, then downloaded reports from APD Central. He went over the details of the homicides, hoping for some connection. Three women from different parts of the city, all killed by a laser. No known link to each other.

There was a noise from the bedroom and he glanced up.

Ashley stood there, yawning, wrapped in a bathrobe. Her blonde hair was tousled but she looked stunning. She had the sculpted look of a model--even after five years of marriage, she still took his breath away.

"Hey, beautiful," he said with a smile.

"Jak...where were you last night?"

"There was another homicide."

She frowned. "I never see you anymore."

He tried another smile. "Sorry...this case."

Her blue eyes flashed. "There's always a case. Damn it, Jak, I'm tired of it."

"I promise, as soon as I solve this one, it'll be different."

She gave him a skeptical look. "You said that last time."

She's right, he thought. I did say that.

"Ever since you got that new captain," she said, "you're never here."

"She's a bitch on wheels, always riding my ass."

She glared. "Sure you're not the one doing the riding? Maybe you're screwing her...Is that it?"

"I haven't touched another woman since we met. You know that!"

She crossed her arms in front of her and was quiet for a time. "Yeah. I know. It's just...you're more married to your job than to me."

"As soon as I close this case, we'll go on vacation--didn't you want to go to that new resort on the moon?"

She nodded, but went quiet again. Finally, she said, "I just want you around sometimes...is that too much to ask?"

"I promise."

Ashley raked a hand through her hair. She was about to say something else, then saw the half-empty beer tube on the table and frowned again.

"I've got to get ready for work," she said, her voice so low he barely heard her.

He got up and went to the autochef. "I'll program you some breakfast," he said, but when he turned around, she had already left the room.