Murder in the Two Hundreds

By Bernice Mills

Jennifer 2308Z has just joined the Peacekeepers - an elite police force that is all that stands between the inhabitants of Good Hope Station and the ever-present threat of the shambling undead. She works with Detective Glorious Splendour of the Nova, a cyborg who has never met a file she can't misplace.

When film star Morena Stewart is murdered on their station, Jennifer and Glory are perplexed - especially considering that the superstar is quite visibly trolling for an Oscar half a galaxy away. Can Glory and Jen solve the murder before it's too late?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bernice Mills
• Release date: Jul 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463429389

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Murder in the Two Hundreds

A Short Story

By Bernice Mills

Copyright 2018 Bernice Mills

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Murder in the Two Hundreds

The outside world- for the special definition of ‘outside’ that applies on Good Hope Station – was much noisier than I had been expecting. The crowds I’d been prepared for, more or less, and anyway it wasn’t a patch on the swarming crowds you’d get on a planet, but the noise? I’d never been out of the nursery before, and not even the entire Toddler Division in full on chain tantrum was a patch on this – a hundred conversations going on in sixteen different languages, everyone trying to make themselves heard above the advertising holos. The word ‘cacophony’ did not even begin to cover it.

I consulted my HUD again. It was still blinking my destination ahead and to the left, until the pedestrian belt whizzed me past a side corridor and suddenly it was blinking behind and to my left. I sighed and stepped off the belt, backtracking until my HUD told me that I had reached the right corridor.

It was narrower than the main hall I’d just left, and made more so by the stalls that lined the walls. Most of what they had for sale was junk, re-used and recycled in a gentle inward spiral from the outer levels until it ended up here in the 200s, only a century from the docks at the heart of Good Hope. Still, there were bookfilms – third-and