Eurasian Gambit—a sci-fi crime story by S.T. Fargo
Beautiful women too eager to have sex with failed detectives, ridiculous smuggling deals, and Chinese Mafia are never a good start for the case of a private eye! Yet the money is too good and this is how almost every trouble on the planet begins. It’s a cross-genre sci-fi book—crime fiction novel with a political twist, alien invasion story, and detective science-fiction combined—which our world alone is way too small to contain.
“There was no life in Greenland for me anymore. Lately, I was not even able to make a single step outside the police stations without tons of Chinese swooping in on me, while swinging arms and legs in the air and wildly screaming! I was stupid enough to think I would be able to go back to my miserable hotel, but a whole bunch of them was already waiting for me there. Another bunch was patrolling around my former office and a third one—down before my apartment building. And they were not those clowns with the kitchen utensils! These were real thugs with real—probably positron—machineguns. Ever since the aliens been around, such “marvelous” toys had become extremely popular among the gangsters. Eventually, I got out of the trouble by just checking into another hotel but it was not the ultimate answer to my problems. Soon they were going to start recognizing me in every hotel in the city and they simply wouldn’t let me in!
I spent a relatively peaceful first night after the killings because I was tired and emotionally exhausted, and I slept until eleven a.m. On the morning, just as expected, Menelaus’ murder had already made a huge fuss in all the media. Every TV and website news channel had the crime as a headline, and the polemic about his wife and the potential heir to his business empire revived. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to read any of these stories because I had to watch that I wouldn’t become a headline myself! As soon as I got up, I hastily wrote my report, signed it up with the chip in my ID card, and mailed it to Dunkin. He called me soon after that and he entirely confirmed my assumptions about the massacre in DuPont’s house…”
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