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Metered Space [Jack Meter Case Files Series Book 1] [MultiFormat]
eBook by M. D. Benoit
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  Every instinct Jack Meter has tells him his clients, the Thrittene, are hiding something. So when his dead girlfriend pops up in every world he visits, Jack knows the case was personal from the outset. Now he must avenge her death and save the universe from utter destruction.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [234 KB]
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Words: 69054
Reading time: 197-276 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1554101409
 
The Voice stayed silent. I thought it had left until I heard a rustle. "We brought you here because we need your services, Jack Meter. But first we had to repair you." "Repair me? What am I, a toaster?" I yanked on whatever was holding me down. "Let me up, will you?" "We cannot do that, Jack Meter." "What did you do to me?" "You were dying." "Of course, I was dying, you moron--that was the whole point." "You wished to die?" "Give yourself an A-plus, bozo." "This complicates matters." The Voice sounded worried. "We thought you would wish to repay a debt. This is the custom of your race, is it not?" This situation, already strange at the outset, had degenerated into the bizarre. The Voice acted as if it didn't know much about my "race," as it put it, but claimed it had reversed years of abuse to my body. And it played the weirdest music I'd ever heard. I threw out a wild guess. "The next thing you'll tell me is that I'm not on Earth anymore, right?" "In a manner of speaking," The Voice said, "no. Yes."
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