It’s hot, and my boots are melting. I’ve got 2 hours to get off this God-forsaken planet; can somebody out there help me?
A comedic tale of a reluctant PI and an avaricious alien, with AI's with silly names, 2 very large guys, and a novel way to travel. More
I don’t travel, I don’t chase people and I avoid even the idea of violence. So how did I end up on this blazing planet, searching for a man who didn’t want to be found and is now lying on a hotel bed with an unhealthy hole in his chest? And don’t forget the partner who won’t respect me in the morning, and imported thugs who don’t respect anybody. If I can survive the next few hours in this 178F temperature, you might just get the answer to those questions. This is the third planet I’ve had to visit, and it looks like it’s going to be the last. You don’t know about my relationship with my mother yet, but things are getting so bad here that, if she turned up in her ninja suit, I’d probably hug her. Where does this story start? For Ben, it would be the misplaced bullet; for Sam; who knows? As for me, it’s when I first meet the ex-wife; I guess it’s typical of me to think it all started with me. In reality, it started much earlier; nine years earlier...