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She Murdered Me with Science — David Boop
“A wonderful alternative-history thriller [that] deftly weaves together influences like Phillip K. Dick and Raymond Chandler.” -- Mike Stackpole, New York Times"bestselling author of I, Jedi
My name is Noel Glass. I once was a respected scientist and madly in love. All that ended with a deadly experiment that cost me the life of my fiancée.
It's 1953 and I'm a detective working the streets of Industry City. I don't rely on instinct; science is my game. The cases I get, and the booze I drink, keep oblivion just a step away. That is, until some rich recluse walks in and tells me that accident from all those years ago was a frame job, and I was meant to take the fall.
Now I have to clear my name . . . like that's easy. Everyone's keeping secrets. Who can I trust? Even my muscle-bound bodyguard can't keep the hit men, spies -- or my own government -- from trying to put me six-feet under.
You see, this secret organization believes I know something and wants to keep me quiet. All I do know is they're aiming to remake the world into their own twisted image using a device I created. They've already killed one world leader, and President Eisenhower could be next.
God, I could use a shot of bourbon and some answers, but neither comes cheap these days.
“Boop goes beyond the usual suspects when the conspiracy is uncovered for an unusual alternative history twist.” -- The Denver Post
“Enthusiastically recommended for fantasy and science fiction enthusiasts.” -- Midwest Book Review
My name is Noel Glass. I once was a respected scientist and madly in love. All that ended with a deadly experiment that cost me the life of my fiancée.
It's 1953 and I'm a detective working the streets of Industry City. I don't rely on instinct; science is my game. The cases I get, and the booze I drink, keep oblivion just a step away. That is, until some rich recluse walks in and tells me that accident from all those years ago was a frame job, and I was meant to take the fall.
Now I have to clear my name . . . like that's easy. Everyone's keeping secrets. Who can I trust? Even my muscle-bound bodyguard can't keep the hit men, spies -- or my own government -- from trying to put me six-feet under.
You see, this secret organization believes I know something and wants to keep me quiet. All I do know is they're aiming to remake the world into their own twisted image using a device I created. They've already killed one world leader, and President Eisenhower could be next.
God, I could use a shot of bourbon and some answers, but neither comes cheap these days.
“Boop goes beyond the usual suspects when the conspiracy is uncovered for an unusual alternative history twist.” -- The Denver Post
“Enthusiastically recommended for fantasy and science fiction enthusiasts.” -- Midwest Book Review
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