Girl of Great Price (Suprahuman Secret, #1) by Milo James Fowler

Author:Milo James Fowler
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction, mystery, detective, private eye, future noir
Publisher: Future City Press
Published: 2017-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

5

When I came to, drooling onto the carpet with daylight streaming in the window, I was instantly aware of two things. One: the left side of my face felt like it had gained an extra pound overnight. Two: I wasn't alone.

"Good morning, Mr. Madison," said the slight, well-dressed man of fifty-something as he handed me an ice pack from my mini fridge—a must for any self-respecting bachelor living out of his office. "This should help with the swelling."

"Thanks." I applied it to where I'd been clobbered. "And who are you, exactly?"

"I am your driver, Mr. Madison."

"I don't have a driver," I mumbled. "Don't even own a car."

"Well, that may be so, but Mr. Ivan has seen to it that—"

I cursed under my breath.

"He believes you may wish to take a drive outside the city limits today. To Little Tokyo, perhaps?"

If this was Ivan's way of pointing me in the right direction, it was a bit heavy-handed. It only made sense that I would need to brave yakuza territory to learn about Mao's backstory. I didn't need a driver on Ivan's payroll to take me there. Plenty of cab companies had no problems carting citizens outside the city, as long as they got paid plenty. But if Ivan was covering the fare this morning, there'd be no need for me to dip into that two hundred I'd gotten from the late Mr. and Mrs. Jarhead. I patted my breast pocket. The wad of tattered greenbacks was still there.

"Mr. Madison?" The chauffeur watched me closely.

"What's your name, James?"

"Uh...my name is James, sir."

"You don't say?" I allowed half a grin at the coincidence and checked my shoulder holster. The revolver had returned. But was it still loaded?

"Sir?" James looked a little wide-eyed as I drew the weapon and flipped out the cylinder to check its chambers. All five remaining rounds were right where they belonged.

"Got a phone in your car?" I holstered the gun and tossed the ice pack into my fridge.

"Yes, of course," James said.

"Then let's get a move on."

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