Cybil Lewis Detective Agency-We Find It--in Pieces

Cybil Lewis is a kick-azz heroine. She's quick with her wit, her lasergun and finding the bad guy (or girl). If you want it/her/him/them found, Cybil's got you covered. She's a private inspector in the year 2146. If you enjoy dystopian settings, quick action, mystery and verbal sass, this series is for you. Join this private-eye in life-altering adventures in a near-future world that's as diverse as it is dangerous.

Cybil Lewis's New Adventure

I did it! I just finished typing THE END on my latest Cybil Lewis story. It's titled, REPLICATED: A CYBIL LEWIS NOVELLA. The story takes place a month after the events in COZENED.

However, some of the characters are from REUNITED, a short story that appeared in SPACE COPS. 

You don't have to have read REUNITED, as this is a stand alone Cybil Lewis story.

Below, I'm giving a sneak peek into the first several paragraphs of the story below.

Please note this is an unedited excerpt.

(c)2014 Nicole Givens Kurtz

Chapter 1

            Monday around noon, I landed my wauto, a wind automobile, in front of my office building, a square hulk structure with dank, dark windows that offered views out over the impoverished, the depraved, and the former capitol building. With the United States divided into a series of territories and pieces, the District had become an entity unto itself. What was once shared within a unified country became a grab all for territories in proximity to the goodies. So in a blink, the district became a looming presence in the puzzle pieces the territories became. Some sections befriended the district; others sought ways to defend themselves against others.

            Trust didn’t exist between the territories. Think of it as a bunch of young siblings whose parents had died unexpectedly in an accident. There’s no one to watch, correct, or punish their behavior—in seconds, everything burst into scrapes, squabbles, and screeching between territories. The drawn lines on the map weren’t invisible. People physically felt them as they crossed over from one to the other. The culture, the regulations, and the cities’ textures varied.

My office at nestled around the section filled with mixed use structures and war-weary residents. The area had long since been discarded by more prominent people.

            The lobby doors opened to reveal Jane at her desk, typing—well, pecking—away on her report for a client who had hired us to document--with graphics for her lawyer and court proceedings—all of her husband’s comings and goings. Not that she was divorcing him. She wanted the jpegs to have him committed to a mental institution. Seems the husband's fetish for robot parts had finally forced her to take some action.

            Who would trust such a secret to me?

            Because I keep things private. I’m Cybil Lewis. Private inspector and all around busy body about the District.

End Excerpt (c) 2014 Nicole Givens Kurtz