G.O.D. Inc
3 total works
I'm Horowitz. Private eye. I work of G.O.D., Inc. - the company that rules the Labyrinth between infinite alternate Earths. Only now I've got new clients - vengeful rebels out to wreck the Labyrinth. But their Big Plan's on hold: one of the inner circle's dead, leaving eight conspirator/ prime suspends on eight private worlds.
And finding the killer's the least of my problems. The rebels play for high stakes - and I know too much to live. If I succeed, they'll kill me. If I stall, they'll blow up a planet - ours. If I escape, the Company will kill me. If I stop the rebel scheme, my wife and child will be turned into mindless drug-sex slaves.
But if I don't stop them, they'll unleash a force that might well cremate Earths. All Earths. In all universes. Throughout all creation...
I'm Sam Horowitz. My wife Brandy and I are private eyes - and belly-up broke. This is why we agreed to trace Martin Whitlock, a hotshot banker who'd skipped town over $2,000,000 in laundered drug money. Not our usual sort of case, but even filthy mob lucre pays bills.
The trail led from a posh mansion to a hick burg called McInerney, Oregon - and to G.O.D. Inc: the geeks who hawk overpriced garbage on late night TV. That's where we found our man...too often. There were three Mary Whitlocks, same prints. But one was female. One was dead. We got busted. That wasn't the worst.
The mob rip-off was only one move in a caper to take over crime - not the Mafia but something bigger. A hell of lot bigger. Because McInerney, Oregon wasn't just off the map...It was off the edge of the Earth.
And Brandy and I were being taken for a ride - into The Labyrinth of Dreams.
It was the ultimate case: to stop the ultimate drug...
I'm Horowitz. Brandy Horowitz. My husband Sam and I are private eyes who take cases for G.O.D., Inc. - the outfit that runs the Labyrinth to infinite alternate earths filled with crime, danger...and murder.
Power-mad fanatics are running a narcotic V.D. that spreads like a bug, works like a drug, and one touch hooks you for good. You don't become a junkie...you become a zombie. 'Cause this monkey's not just on your back, but in your brain - it's got a mind, and if you kick it, it kicks back with madness and death.
So this beautiful black PI and wonderful Jewish sleuth have to smash the source before the drug-bug reaches our client's Home World. But the opposition's got fake Sams and Brandys set up in headquarters on the two worlds that hold any possible leads: one that never heard of civil rights...
And one ruled by the Nazis.