Death in Winter - Michael Jan Friedman
San Francisco
2348
MANATHAS FROWNED, WISHING HE COULD HAVE enjoyed just a bit more cooperation. After all, he had an assignment to complete, and he couldn’t rest until it was done.
Of course, in his line of work, there were a great many hazards, a great many ways for disaster to strike. He had learned long ago to exercise patience and wait silently for his chance-and then pounce on it when it came.
So he stood with his cotton-gloved hands at his sides, along with all the other formall ...