Tag Archives: Incognitoverse

I ignored the kick in my stomach from the fear of being arrested, accused, found out. “They obviously don’t know who I am or I would have been hauled in already. They would have cause enough. If nothing else, just … Continue reading →

I admit, the pause that followed surprised me. I felt a little hurt. I had come there with no doubts that Nelly would take us in. She finally said, “Yes, okay, except no, you have to wait while I get … Continue reading →

I started to walk. I felt like a ghost, an unreal observer of everything happening. There was nothing I could do to help. I knew that, the sensible part of me knew that, so I did not run. I walked. … Continue reading →

“Can’t you just kidnap him?” Nelly looked bored with the whole idea. She was never one for restraint, of course, especially if the only reason was social convention. “I am ashamed to admit that I have considered the possibility.” I … Continue reading →

Having Pike constantly buzzing in my ear started to seem normal. He had a tendency to talk to himself, especially when he was nervous or upset about something. He kept his voice low so that most people would not notice … Continue reading →

“I’m flat broke. This is the only chance I’ve got. I’d owe you,” Pike said intensely. This time, it didn’t sound like innuendo, but it was still a suggestion. I could see Cedric regain his mental footing and perk up … Continue reading →

Squared off like that, I finally got a good look at her. I had thus far only seen a portrait of her in her renter’s file at the Vertical Street. She was, by society’s standards, fairly good-looking, which meant she … Continue reading →

“Hey, Morgan. We’ve got a problem,” Pike called to me. “Buddy, put that down or I’m going to make sure you lose a finger or two taking it.” “What fuckery is this?” I asked when I found Pike and the … Continue reading →

I made a decision and said to hell with it. I took a cheap headset from my bag of professional tricks. I pulled the seal from the power source and it fired up. It was bought with cash–real cash, not … Continue reading →

Pike shot across the floor on a rolling chair. “Hey, babe, how goes the stakeout?” “Fine, thank you.” Alistair sounded rather terse, which for him translated to boiling rage in anyone else. “I’ll keep you updated, Morgan.” The connection cut … Continue reading →