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Can a lowly gumpaw hope for love with a girl who rides in a jewel-encrusted carrier?
Feline investigator Leon, with opposable thumbs and the ability to talk, is possibly the most dangerous cat in the galaxy. Indentured to the Security department of Gamma Station until the cost of his creation is paid off, Leon alternates between harassing his human partner/roommate Devin and fighting sleazoid criminals, yet still finds time to flirt with the lovely Leila, an exotic Burmese who lives in the swankiest level of the station. Will he win her heart, and more important—will he win his freedom?
desk. The starview wall was five meters long, a not-so-subtle statement of wealth. Hoyden lounged in a plush leather chair at his desk, yakking with someone on a privacy com channel. The white noise it generated, designed to conceal voices from the human hearing range, made it harder but not impossible for me to make out what he was saying. After a minute I realized he was making an obscene call. I left and went back to watching Elsa, hiding beside the frame of her open door. Any time there was
started edging her way. I glanced at the counter where the fem in the blue clingsuit had just passed inspection. She dashed out to the station and into Elsa Grippe’s arms, making delighted squealy noises. I should have known. Dismissing her, I made my way to Huey’s counter and watched Ling-Ling. I couldn’t figure out why she would be coming in from off-station, until she put her cooler on the counter for Huey to inspect. Then I remembered she was throwing a big do for the clone-doc. She must
cartons for, I yelled at him silently. Unfortunately, psychic communication is not our strong suit. Devin didn’t order anything from Ling-Ling’s, though he chatted Ling2 up a little, sympathizing about the missed shipment. “Hope tomorrow’s comes in OK,” he said. “Me, too,” said Ling2, “or I’m going to have to go through Galactic Express, and they charge an arm and a leg! I’ll have to raise my prices.” Devin told her goodnight and moved on to the Mex-Sector stand. They were out of stuff too.
already starting to fill up. Chief Wright was there, at a ringside table toward the back, a good place from which to observe the crowd coming in. I made my way over to him and jumped in his lap. “Oh—er, hi Leon.” He gave me a few hesitant pats, the way a first-time uncle pets his newborn niece or nephew. I got a kick out of making him uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to jeopardize my bonus so I jumped down again and curled up by his feet. Dev wandered up and sat down long enough for the chief
tea.” She glanced at the customers. “Anything else?” “Um. Have any of the other customers gotten sick today?” The waitress frowned. “No. What are you implying?” “Nothing. Thanks. Here, call me if you think of anything more about Judge Callahan.” Devin handed her a card and backed away. He glanced at me, then headed for Security. My stomach rumbled in disappointment as I followed him away from the Gardens. ~ “No, let’s not shut the restaurant down,” said Chief Wright, leaning back in his