More Chandleresque sci-fi detective fic. It’s everywhere!
“Because I made mental contact with Jocelyn Whittingham and she promptly called me an insulting name. So I shot her.”
“You considered that adequate motive for murder?” prompted Jameson.
“In view of the name, yes!”
“What did she call you?”
“A terrestrial bastard,” informed Harper, hard-eyed. (60)
Murderous Venusian pathogens always give themselves away with their planetist epithets. An important lesson for all: Never, NEVER, call someone a terrestrial bastard.
The guy doing the shooting is the hero detective, by the way. Continue reading