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The Hand You're Dealt [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert J. Sawyer
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Mystery/Crime Aurora Award Nominee, Arthur Ellis Award Nominee, SF Chronicle Poll Winner, Hugo Award Nominee, Locus Poll Award Nominee
eBook Description:  Mendelia Space Station is supposed to be a utopia, so when Detective Toby Korsakov is called in to investigate the murder of a genetics counselor, he's quite surprised. But there are more shocks to come as his investigation leads him toward a chilling conclusion.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Free Space, ed. Brad Linaweaver and Edward Kramer, 1997
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2002
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Words: 5974
Reading time: 17-23 min.
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And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
--John 8:32 "Got a new case for you," said my boss, Raymond Chen. "Homicide." My heart started pounding. Mendelia habitat is supposed to be a utopia. Murder is almost unheard of here. Chen was fat--never exercised, loved rich foods. He knew his lifestyle would take decades off his life, but, hey, that was his choice. "Somebody offed a soothsayer, over in Wheel Four," he said, wheezing slightly. "Baranski's on the scene now." My eyebrows went up. A dead soothsayer? This could be very interesting indeed.
* * * * I took my pocket forensic scanner and exited The Cop Shop. That was its real name--no taxes in Mendelia, after all. You needed a cop, you hired one. In this case, Chen had said, we were being paid by the Soothsayers' Guild. That meant we could run up as big a bill as necessary--the SG was stinking rich. One of the few laws in Mendelia was that everyone had to use soothsayers.Mendelia consisted of five modules, each looking like a wagon wheel with spokes leading in to a central hub. The hubs were all joined together by a long axle, and separate travel tubes connected the outer edges of the wheels. The whole thing spun to simulate gravity out at the rims, and the travel tubes saved you having to go down to the zero-g of the axle to move from one wheel to the next. The Cop Shop was in Wheel Two. All the wheel rims were hollow, with buildings growing up toward the axle from the outer interior wall. Plenty of open spaces in Mendelia--it wouldn't be much of a utopia without those. But our sky was a hologram, projected on the convex inner wall of the rim, above our heads. The Cop Shop's entrance was right by Wheel Two's transit loop, a series of maglev tracks along which robocabs ran. I hailed one, flashed my debit card at an unblinking eye, and the cab headed out. The Carling family, who owned the taxi concession, was one of the oldest and richest families in Mendelia. The ride took fifteen minutes. Suzanne Baranski was waiting outside for me. She was a good cop, but too green to handle a homicide alone. Still, she'd get a big cut of the fee for being the original responding officer--after all, the cop who responds to a call never knows who, if anyone, is going to pick up the tab. When there is money to be had, first-responders get a disproportionate share. I'd worked with Suze a couple of times before, and had even gone to see her play cello with the symphony once. Perfect example of what Mendelia's all about, that. Suze Baranski had blue-collar parents. They'd worked as welders on the building of Wheel Five; not the kind who'd normally send a daughter for music lessons. But just after she'd been born, their soothsayer had said that Suze had musical talent. Not enough to make a living at it--that's why she's a cop by day--but still sufficient that it would be a shame not to let her develop it. "Hi, Toby," Suze said to me. She had short red hair and big green eyes, and, of course, was in plain clothes--you wanted a uniformed cop, you called our competitors, Spitpolish, Inc.
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