I've got Carol Van Natta over today with a spaced out bargain of a book.
For this week only
(so don't dawdle and stare at Nebulas all day)
Overload Flux,
A Central Galactic Concordance Novel is
99 Cents
So what's it about, you ask...
Carol Van Natta
Overload Flux
A Central Galactic Concordance Novel
Sci-Fi Romance
Stability has
reigned for throughout the Central Galactic Concordance for two hundred years,
but trouble is brewing. A new pandemic is affecting hundreds of civilized
planets, and someone is stealing the vaccine...
Brilliant crime scene investigator Luka
Foxe has a problem. His hidden mental talent is out of control, making him
barely able to function in the aftermath of violence, and the body count is
rising. The convoluted trail leads to a corrupt pharma industry and the
possibility of an illegal planet-sized laboratory. Faced with increasing
threats, Luka must rely on an enigmatic, lethal woman he just met, but she has
enough secrets to drag a ship down from orbit.
Mairwen Morganthur hides extraordinary
skills under the guise of a dull night-shift guard. The last thing she wants is
to provide personal security for a hot-shot investigator, or to be plunged into
a murky case involving deaths, murderous mercenaries, sabotage, treachery, and
the military covert operations division that would love to discover she’s still
alive.
Two more lives in a rising death count
won’t bother their enemies one bit. Their only hope for survival lies in
revealing their dark secrets and, much harder, learning to trust one another.
*
Planet: Rekoria * GDAT 3237.026 *
Their footsteps echoed in an empty corridor of
Rekoria’s planetary spaceport. Mairwen caught herself touching the outside of
her coat pocket that held the wirekey, and ruthlessly controlled herself to keep
her uneasiness at bay. Though neither man she accompanied down the tall, wide corridor
had said so, she had the feeling they didn’t want to be discovered doing whatever
it was they were about to do.
Motion-sensor lighting triggered as they approached each
segment. At ninety-four minutes before midnight, the noisy passenger area of the
spaceport had been as busy as ever, but the commercial shipping section where
they now walked was deserted. Trending galactic headlines and bright vids flashed
silently on the continuous overhead displays along the corridors, creating constantly
changing lights and shadows. It could have been worse; in the passenger section,
the animated displays took up entire walls.
She walked two paces behind the two men, like any average,
incurious security guard, and kept her expression blank. Her company uniform and
long topcoat passed as conservative corporate wear at a casual glance. As long as
no one noticed her heavy boots, she wasn’t likely to draw unwanted attention to
their group.
Personal security detail wasn’t her usual assignment. While
she did usually work nights, it was mostly as a solo guard or security systems monitor
at large industrial complexes in marginal sections of town. This was supposed to
be her night off.
She hoped the only reason she’d been chosen for tonight’s
activities was because she was a name on a La Plata Security Division “night-shift
available” list of dozens, and not because she’d stood out in some way. She’d been
careful to stay unremarkable. This was the first time in months she’d allowed herself
to open her extraordinary senses even a little, noting and cataloging the distant
sounds of automation and the stale scents of people. She shouldn’t be doing it now,
but the increasing tension of the two men she was accompanying was contagious.
The older man, Velasco, about her height, was entertained
by the flashy wall displays in a variety of languages, and softly repeated the words
that caught his attention. He again switched the padded strap of the large forensic
kit he was carrying to his other shoulder. Lukasz Foxe, taller than Velasco by a
dozen centimeters, stood straighter and carried two bags slung over his right shoulder,
a smaller hardcase and a larger curved bag, and had a winter greatcoat over his
left arm. He was leaner and clearly in better shape than Velasco. So far, Foxe hadn’t
said much.
When she’d received her orders from dispatch to check out
a company vehicle, pick up the wirekey and a forensic kit for Foxe from the office,
then pick up Velasco from a restaurant and take him to the spaceport—she had
assumed she would then remain with the company vehicle while Velasco did…
whatever it was he was here to do. Instead, for reasons unknown to her, Velasco
had told her to come with him to collect Foxe from the gate of an incoming interstellar
ship. The need for her presence certainly wasn’t for her company or conversation,
because once they’d entered the brightly lit spaceport, Velasco had all but ignored
her. She was relieved. From what she remembered from meeting him once at a company
event, he had nothing worth saying.
She’d never met Foxe before tonight. Dispatch’s orders
had included his company photo, which didn’t do him justice. Even though he was
obviously tired, he was handsome, with light brown skin and wide, angular cheekbones,
and wore his casual business clothes with more style than Velasco’s ultra-trendy
but unflattering suit.
She was already familiar with Lukasz Foxe’s name. She’d
memorized most of the Investigation Division’s investigator names and titles so
she’d know whom to avoid. She didn’t want the possible attention that came from
being in the orbit of a blue-hot company star. She didn’t know what a High Court-certified
forensic reconstruction specialist did, but she had the feeling she was about to
find out.
She hadn’t quite figured out what Velasco’s role was. From
something he’d said in the first burst of jabbering he’d subjected her to as she
drove him to the spaceport, he was with the Security Division of La Plata, but assigned
to Investigation. She’d mostly tuned him out for the rest of the trip, choosing
instead to focus on traffic, which wasn’t well automated, especially at night. Etonver
city drivers were allowed to disable vehicle autopilots, and mostly did, making
for bad ground traffic, twenty-five hours a day.
The spaceport corridor split, and they turned toward
the section with commercial interior warehouses. When they rounded a corner to the
left, Velasco pointed halfway down the hall to a large cargo bay door of opaque
flexglass. The logo said “Centaurus Transport” in huge letters. A smaller, human-sized
door farther down to the left had the same logo. The two men stopped in front of
the bay entryway, and Foxe looked to Velasco.
“Anything from the Port Police?”
One of the benefits of working for a security company was
official access codes for police bands. Foxe’s first order after arriving had been
to tell Velasco to monitor the frequency from his percomp. It had been Mairwen’s
first clue they were expecting trouble.
Velasco activated the company-issued percomp he wore strapped
to his wrist. It was a more recent model than hers; night shift tended to get refurbished
leftovers. Tech Division had been nagging her to surrender her clunky hardware for
an update.
“Nothing,” Velasco said after a moment. Mairwen got the
impression he hadn’t been paying attention to it until asked. Fortunately, his
assessment was accurate. Even though she hadn’t been ordered to do so, she’d been
monitoring the same frequency via live audio sent to the earwire adhered to her
jawline, and had heard only two routine communications in the last eleven minutes.
Mairwen was becoming increasingly resentful at being kept
off the net as far as what she was being dragged into. She had no idea why
investigators from her company were going to the warehouse office or what they expected
to find, other than something that would need a forensic kit. Meaning it was more
than a simple slice by interstellar jackers or some ground-based theft crew. But
she couldn’t ask without drawing unwanted attention to herself, so she stayed quiet.
It was one of the few times she’d ever wished she was a telepath. Most telepaths
she’d ever met were under the thumb of the Citizen Protection Service, and she knew
the steep price of that all too well.
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Carol
Van Natta is an independent author and playwright. Her novels include Overload
Flux and Minder Rising,
the first two books in a new science fiction romance series, and Hooray
for Holopticon, a retro science fiction comedy. 
She shares her Fort
Collins, CO home with a mad scientist and various cats. Any violations of the
laws of physics in her books is the fault of the cats, not the mad scientist.
Legal Space Stalking:
Sounds like an interesting story. I hope it's a series! All the best!
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