Abstract
“Where?” I bumped the Inspector, doing my best to get into uniform without disturbing Billie. My girlfriend is a face sculptor who loves her beauty sleep.
Go figure.
“Treebones House on the Big Sur coast.” The Inspector sent me the details. “I will be there in five minutes.”
The contents of the case file were already skimming down the inside of my lenses, filling my infield with dates and times. The preliminary suspect was the victim’s closest family member. Glancing at the images, one thing immediately stood out.
Go figure.
“Treebones House on the Big Sur coast.” The Inspector sent me the details. “I will be there in five minutes.”
The contents of the case file were already skimming down the inside of my lenses, filling my infield with dates and times. The preliminary suspect was the victim’s closest family member. Glancing at the images, one thing immediately stood out.
| Original language | English |
|---|---|
| Specialist publication | Cosmos |
| Publisher | The Royal Institution of Australia Inc. |
| Publication status | Published - 10 Nov 2014 |
Bibliographical note
Article was not published in hard-copy issue, but appears to be additional online content.Keywords
- Cosmos Magazine
- Science Fiction
- Short Fiction
- Australian Fiction