The Event (an excerpt from the novel)

Greg Farnum 

Chapter 1: The Thing

"Who do you work for?" he demanded.

"What?" she asked in a husky, sensuous voice.

"I know you’re an android," he whispered through clenched teeth. "Who do you work for?"

"Act natural," she said, then threw her head back and laughed with abandon, a cheerful, girlish, tinny laughter. She broke away from his grasp with surprising ease and made a slithering, tango-like motion that was maddeningly sexy. "I’m pretty good at this, aren’t I?" she said with a coy smile.

"Who sent you?"

"You know," she said, still with the same coy smile.

That smile...that hair...that dress...it was ridiculous but he still couldn’t shake the sexiness of it, even though he knew it had been put together in a factory in the Czech Republic or some such place. Careful not to be too obvious, he grasped her forearm more firmly this time and guided her across the crowded floor to the far wall where he pulled her into an alcove flanked by marble busts of Lewis Cass and Hazen S. Pingree.

"Johnny sent you, didn’t he."

"Don’t say the name out loud, but yes, and he wants to talk to you. Like now."   Next page