I stepped out into the moonlight, gun in hand. “Morning,” I said. Dead silence fell and a whole lot of eyes turned my direction. “I’m Agent Burgundy Graves, Surfaeillance.” I casually brought the stun-gun into view. Non-aggressively, of course. “I’d like to see your licenses, and take a look at that suitcase.” In the wake … Continue reading The Mirror Knife: Surfaeillance Book Two