Book Description:
In an uncertain future where the Impures—genetic
defectives—are banished to a ghetto territory, Detective Ina Stone and her
rookie partner, Sam Fujimoto, constantly fight for survival. But when a
murdered Impure is discovered in the projects with only a business card in his
pocket, the clues lead them into the shadowy underworld of black market trade
and human trafficking. After Sam is kidnapped by the Yakuza crime syndicate,
Ina must hide her own defect to go undercover as a human trafficking victim.
Accompanied by a Tebori master and a new detective with her own secrets, Ina
must find a way to free Sam without exposing his role in the investigation, or
getting herself killed in the process.
Excerpt:
He lay face
down on the pavement, his shoes missing, blood staining the concrete and
forming an unlikely halo around his head. It was a fresh kill, and I was
surprised it had been called in so quickly. A death like this could go
unnoticed for hours, if not days, especially down here in the Rainbow Alley
projects.
I felt a
movement at my elbow. Melker had arrived with a new tech, Roselli, and they
scurried to place screens to protect the integrity of the scene. I looked down
at my feet. I hadn’t even put on protective footwear. I stepped back gingerly.
“Couldn’t
wait for me, eh?” Melker tugged me gently out of the way. “Get your suit on
before you contaminate my crime scene.”
He was
right, of course. I should have waited until his arrival. I stepped over to the
open tailgate of the Death Examiner wagon and dug into a supply box, pulling
out a paper suit, shoe protectors, and a face mask. It was the middle of the
night and I was dead tired. I perched on the wagon’s tailgate and put on the
protective gear. My stomach churned while I waited for Melker’s permission to
return to the body.
I felt the
bile in my throat rise and I bolted around the side of the van, where I heaved
my dinner into the gravel and dirt. I then pressed my cheek against the cool
glass window and took several deep breaths. Damn, that was close. I swiped my
mouth with my sleeve.
The two
patrol guys who had answered the call were standing at the tailgate, waiting
for me. They gave me a funny look as I emerged from behind the wagon.
“You OK,
Ina?” Officer Jim Lee asked, his notebook in hand.
I nodded but
I didn’t feel fine. My hormones were raging. I was only a couple of months in,
but this pregnancy was knocking my socks off. I tucked my withered hand into a
pocket. “What’ve you got?”
Lee looked
down at his notes. His expression was passive, as if he saw this kind of thing
all the time. “Called in at one o’clock, about an hour ago. I was here within
four minutes of the call. Chuy was right behind me. The guy wasn’t dead yet.”
“He wasn’t?”
I was surprised. I had been called out as a detective to an Unattended Death.
“No paramedics?”
“By the time
they got here, he was gone.” Lee fingered the pages of his notepad, then closed
it with a snap of his wrist.
“So they
left? I must have just missed them. I was here…”
“Within ten
minutes,” Lee said, “I know. They got a radio call and took off. Sorry.”
I glanced
over at Melker. Hadn’t he finished with the screens yet? The aged streetlight
only partially illuminated the scene, coloring everything with an amber hue. I
saw the new tech setting up a spotlight. It would be a few more minutes before
I’d be allowed back over to examine the body.
Bio:
Award-winning
author Liah Penn is an attorney who practices law near New Orleans,
Louisiana. A former prosecutor, she has
worked in a major metropolis, an Indian reservation and on the Mexican border. She is an accomplished artist and is active
in numerous arts organizations and boards in the New Orleans area.
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