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A Taste For Cerulean Blue
From TheReadingCafe.com: “a character driven, sci-fi thriller of murder and mystery; a noir-type story with less in your face violence and $ex; a dark and spirted tale of secrets and lies. The premise is dramatic; the characters are determined and dangerous. There is a slight romance developing for our story line heroine, but everything is implied.“
First Sergeant Jill Tower is back from war and her problems are just beginning. Admiral Falkirk McGowan’s son-in-law has been murdered and Jill has a looming deadline to discover the killer. Everyone from his mistresses to his smuggling rivals had a motive.
Soon Jill and her sassy AI assistant, PENY, are pulled along a twisting trail of clues into the seedy underbelly of Nakon City following a bloody revenge plot decades in the making. Along the way, Jill ignites a sizzling affair with a young soldier. But killers lurk in every shadow, determined to bury the truth. Jill must fight for her life in this electrifying page-turner. In a neo-noir world where the stakes are high and betrayal runs deep, who can Jill trust?
A dark future thriller that will hook you into the world of the Nakon Trilogy.
Captain Harrison “Hazy” Grey pulled his greatcoat tighter around his shoulders. The foggy night chill of Nakon City’s Lift Port was soaking through the heavy wool. There were more practical options available, but Grey’s vanity required him to wear his Governance naval uniform. He wanted to impress his date later.
He checked the time again and wondered why the delivery was late. His tablet announced the shipment had landed, but not yet processed.
I’ve got them this time, he thought. I’ve finally figured out the smuggler’s system. Once I catch them in the act, I can muscle in on the action and take over. The Senator’s new Port Operations Bill sets us up for big profits.
Harrison looked around the docks again. An automated baggage cart moved through the mist towards him. “About damn time you showed up! I don’t appreciate being left in the rain,” Grey called to the bot operated carrier. “Stop here. I want to inspect this cargo before it goes into the warehouse.”
The low-grade constructed intelligence built into the carrier didn’t bother to answer. It stopped in front of Grey, and he stomped up to the wagon and waved his customs clearance chip over the seal. He grunted as he struggled with the locking bars and raised the door. Rows of neatly stacked containers filled the cart. Only one box had its door facing Grey’s side of the cart. He popped the latch and opened the box.
A shot rang out, and Grey slumped to his knees. He looked down in puzzlement at the stain spreading across his flawless greatcoat. That stain isn’t going to come out, he thought, as he tried to wipe away the discoloration. I’m not going to make my dinner date either. He fell to the ground and groaned.
A lone figure climbed out of the shadows behind the baggage cart cab and stood over Grey. They toed him and he rolled over. The figure flipped back their jacket hood to reveal their face.
“You?” Grey said. “Why?”
Harrison Grey took a final breath, and the figure turned and hurried into the shadows between the warehouses.
The cart door slid shut, and the CI continued to the warehouse as Harrison’s life steamed away into the cold night air.
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