Yesterday the man had been more than
forthcoming.
Yesterday Harvey Whitlock had waxed poetic on all of his designs for domination, revolution
through robotics, as they’d tramped the sewers in search of his one and only pièce
de résistance.
But that was yesterday. Today was another matter.
Drumming his fingers against the edge of the
desk, Giles feigned boredom. If
Mr. Whitlock here
Published on January 01, 2014 19:00