Singularity by Eldon Farrell - #CoverReveal
Singularity Publication date: August 14th, 2018
By Eldon Farrell Genres: Dystopian, CRIME, SUPERHERO, THRILLER
Nathan Miller owns the streets of Union City. A rogue detective protected by a corrupt establishment—his rule is absolute. But nothing lasts forever.
Someone has betrayed him and now blog sensation Alexis King knows things she shouldn’t. Coming after Nathan she threatens his authority, giving the elite cause to question his worth.
To protect his reign, Nathan must silence his betrayer before Alexis learns enough to topple him. But he’s no longer the only thing to fear in the rotten underbelly of 2035. His search uncovers an evil preying upon the displaced beyond the city wall—making Nathan the next target.
Outside Jitters Coffeehouse, Nathan took a sip of his high-octane brew before he cinched the collar of his trench coat tighter. It wasn’t enough to keep the wind from biting at the flesh underneath as it whipped up Carolina Street.
He stepped to the curb and saw the wall four blocks north. The new American dream.
His melancholy was interrupted when an unmarked cruiser pulled over to the curb next to him. The window slid down, and his partner said, “Time to roll, Miller.”
Nathan downed the rest of his coffee in one gulp and tossed the cup in a wastebasket before lowering into the cruiser.
Quinn Baker gave him a sidelong look from behind dark shades and offered a smile. “Good to see you, partner. You enjoy the time off?”
“What do you think?”
Quinn chuckled as they pulled away from the curb. They took the road south to twenty-seventh then hung a right toward the station ten minutes out on Campbell Avenue.
“I miss anything?”
“Same old shit,” Quinn said, “You know how it is.”
“Any leads on the bastard who squealed?”
“No, not yet.”
They turned onto Stephenson Ave without slowing—to the dismay of pedestrians on the corner.
“Don’t worry though, we’ll find them,” Quinn said.
“Fucking right we will.”
Turning the strobes on, Quinn pushed the accelerator down and ran the light at the corner. They turned a sharp left onto Broadway Ave before a quick right onto Franklin Road. Quinn doused the lights.
“Mind if I ask you something?”
Nathan clenched his left hand and nodded.
“We’ve been riding together for two years and the whole time I’ve been wondering something. Why the hell you live outside the wall? I mean, South Providence? Seriously? You clear more than enough to move on up, so what gives?”
The road rose over the railyard, and they left the grim spectre of the wall behind. As they passed over the two-twenty highway, Nathan said, “I was born in South Providence long before the wall—why should I move?”
Quinn slapped the wheel. “You shitting me? You might sleep better for starters. Fucking animals out here.”
“This is my hood.” Nathan smirked. “I sleep just fine.”
Quinn shook his head. “You gotta be the only guy I know who chooses to live out here, surrounded by the displaced.”
“Let me tell you something about the goddamn wall, Rook,” Nathan said, “It was a bad fucking idea to start with, and it hasn’t improved over the years. Walls like that have choked the life out of decent neighborhoods all across this country. How we ever allowed Americans to become refugees in our own land . . .” Nathan whistled as he trailed off. “Shameful.”
“Rising waters and the big one out west,” Quinn said, “Sixty-five million people is a lot to relocate. The resources just aren’t there.”
“So much for the American dream,” Nathan said, “Forget the tired, poor, huddled masses—every man for himself now, that it?”
They drove in silence until Quinn took a left onto Third Street. “You weren’t home last night?”
“Was getting marching orders from Logue,” Nathan said, “I’ll fill you in.”
Quinn made a face. “Later, Singh wants you in his office first thing.”