"We need you to kill a man." The stranger had barely finished the sentence before he was dead across the tablecloth - and Dr. Richard Ames was framed for it.
So begins Heinlein's late masterpiece of flight and misdirection: out the airlock of the elegant habitat Golden Rule, across the lawless surface of Luna, and - when the assassins keep coming - clean out of the universe as Ames knows it. With him every step: Gwen Novak, a bride with entirely too many talents, a past that won't scan, and ...


