By Scott Meyer
Sinclair Rutherford is a tender Seattle cop with a flavor for the finer issues. Doing menial initiatives and getting hassled through superiors he doesn't admire are certainly no longer “finer things.” reliable police paintings and undesirable good fortune lead him to crack a case that alterations speedy from a career-making holiday right into a high-profile humiliation whilst pictures of his pursuit of the suspect—wildly beside the point homicide weapon in hand—becomes an online sensation.
But the very exposure that has made Rutherford a giggling inventory within the division lands him what may be the task chance of a life-time: the opportunity to paintings with a workforce of eccentric specialists, on the course of a hard yet distracted billionaire. jointly, they need to resolve the homicide of a psychologist who really good within the therapy of sufferers who supply humans “the creeps.”
There is not any scarcity of suspects.
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Emmis took a swig of beer, and began describing how he had met Lar Samber's son, and what had happened thereafter. It didn't take long, since after all, most of their time together had been spent in Emmis teaching Lar a few things about Ethshar, rather than Lar saying or doing anything that would interest the Prince of Ashthasa, or that might concern whoever was in charge of things in Lumeth of the Towers. He had barely finished his first beer when he ran out of things to say. He glanced at the Lumethans, who had listened to all this without giving any indication they understood a word of it.
Emmis's mouth opened, then closed. He swallowed, took a deep breath, and started over. "This part of the city, at the west end of the waterfront, is called Shiphaven. It extends from the NewCanal in the east to the city wall and the overlord's shipyards in the west. " Lar nodded. " "I don't know," Emmis said. " "Very well, then. I'd never before been in a city large enough for such things to matter, but I saw from the ship just how large Ethshar of the Spices is. I'll believe you when you say this is important.
Lar cocked his head to one side. "Then you won't... I don't know the words. " "You're my employer," Emmis said. "I'm working for you. I'm also letting them pay me for talking to them, because you didn't tell me not to, and nothing you've told me seemed to be a secret. If there is something you want me to keep secret – well, you can always just not tell me, or we can agree on a price at the time. Some secrets I wouldn't charge for; others, well, I hope you have plenty of silver. If you're planning to assassinate the overlord, and you're fool enough to tell me, I don't think you could carry enough silver to keep me quiet.