A 64,000 word offering in the currently popular terrorist genre.
Willy, a defrocked PI is offered a substantial sum to oversee a business tracking down web spammers. Things take off down a dangerous path when his brother, a computer genius, and cockroach aficionado, inadvertently uncovers something larger than spam. They face Russian gangsters, Government thugs, and various contract killers while trying to unravel an explosive plot to terrorize random citizens across the globe.
She looked around the tawdry room and said, “Can we go somewhere with less roach appeal?”
“Madam,” I said. “I do not know where you hail from, but such remarks are rude and insensitive. Sawbucks is a fine establishment. Offering freshly made coffee and nutritional Tombstone pizzas, warmed right on the premises in yonder broiler.” I pointed to the rusty, filthy, crumb-laden broiler oven on the counter behind Quentin.
“Oh,” she said, eyes widening as if she realized she had made a verbal error. “I did not mean to besmirch this fine establishment. I have no idea what came over me. Imagine, me speaking that way about a germ-infested den of iniquity like this. Now get up and let’s go somewhere for coffee. We need to talk.”
“How about I take you to dinner this evening and we can talk then?” I gave her my best bad-boy smirk. Then my heart-melting smile. I stood so she might catalogue my lean, hard physique.
“I would not go out and eat with you, if I were starving and you had the last turkey leg on earth.”
Sean got up quickly, unsuccessfully stifling a chortle, and went to the jukebox.
I sat back down, stunned at the intensity and level of rejection I had just undergone. The jukebox began the soulful licks of AC/DC’s Shot Down in Flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames