<i>An alien hunter? A Chinese assassin? A missing meteorite? Clarke Lantham is gonna need a Vicodin</i>
The California Academy of Sciences, a bastion of integrity in scientific public relations, has agreed to play host to one of the most valuable traveling exhibits in the world: a Mars rock with microbial alien life. But the attention it's drawing isn't just ...
<i>An alien hunter?
A Chinese assassin?
A missing meteorite?
Clarke Lantham is gonna need a Vicodin</i>
The California Academy of Sciences, a bastion of integrity in scientific public relations, has agreed to play host to one of the most valuable traveling exhibits in the world: a Mars rock with microbial alien life. But the attention it's drawing isn't just international, it's interstellar. When a commando team of gray aliens steals the rock and abducts a security guard, in full view of the cameras, the head of the security contractor has only one place to turn: Clarke Lantham Investigations.
Clarke Lantham already turned down an alien-related job earlier in the week, and has had his fill of kooks, cranks, and crooks of all kinds. Unfortunately, with an old client suing him, a employee to pay for, and a new ward chewing through his finances, he needs the paycheck. This time, though, he's not the only one looking for a missing person: the FBI, Lloyd's of London, and the Chinese Ministry of State Security are all breathing down his neck.
From the dark underbelly of the Tongs slave trade to the shark-infested waters of Bolinas Bay to the skies far above the concerns of mere mortals, Lantham races against spies, assassins, and conspiracy theorists to find the missing man--and the treasure that went with him--before the theft becomes a diplomatic incident between the world's most fearsome superpowers and the alien overlords they allegedly support.
When the field gets that crowded, someone's bound to get hurt. But even that might be okay for Lantham...if he didn't have to sleep on the couch.
J. Daniel Sawyer is a hat-wearing, obsessive-compulsive autodidact attempting to write his way out of the loony bin.
A self-aggrandizing science fiction and fantasy author who publishes lurid stories and, worse, the occasional popular philosophy article, he is also a very minor authority on Open Source media production (a topic on which he is, unfortunately, published regularly in LinuxJournal).
In addition to his wanton abuse of the printed word, he unscrupulously uses his decade-long experience as an audio and video producer with his painfully florid and gritty writing style to create deeply immersive audio universes. This habit, which he indulges in public, has garnered him seven Parsec nominations and helped him make his first professional fiction and philosophy sales (a trend which, for the good of the world at large, we can only hope abates soon). Meanwhile, his growing, rabid fan-base is currently plotting to imprison him and force him to produce endless new literary abominations for their amusement. We can only hope they succeed.
Should you be so inclined, you can communicate with this shady character, as well as find podcasts, articles, and other literary abominations at http://www.jdsawyer.net