Praise for The Ray Electromatic Mysteries:
“Robot noir in ’60s Los Angeles? You had me at ‘Hello'” — John Scalzi, New York Times bestselling author
“Combines classic Chandlerian noir with vintage sci-fi with brilliant results: Ray the Robot, a contract killer with glimmers of half-remembered conscience, will break your heart. Truly original and deeply satisfying.” —Kelly Braffet, author of Save Yourself
“This tale of robot noir is unlike anything I’ve ever read—Adam’s is a weird and wonderful voice and we are lucky to have it.“— Chuck Wendig, New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Aftermath
STANDARD HOLLYWOOD DEPRAVITY
“Effortlessly swift and clever… a spectable to behold… compelling and sympathetic.”
A Ray Electromatic Mystery
The moment Raymond Electromatic set eyes on her, he knew she was the dame marked in his optics, the woman that his boss had warned him about.
As the band shook the hair out of their British faces, stomping and strumming, the go-go dancer’s cage swung, and the events of that otherwise average night were set in motion. A shot, under the cover of darkness, a body bleeding out in a corner, and most of Los Angeles’ population of hired guns hulking, sour-faced over un-drunk whiskey sours at the bar.
But as Ray tries to track down the package he was dispatched to the club to retrieve, his own programming might be working against him, sending him down a long hall and straight into a mobster’s paradise. Is Honey still the goal—or was she merely bait for a bigger catch?
Just your standard bit of Hollywood depravity, as tracked by the memory tapes of a less-than-standard robot hitman.