I grinned despite myself as I slid into Maxine’s comforting interior. If Angel just gave up her association with the Gutter Girls, then I’m the new mayor of New Haven. Her presence along with Ms. Kilby’s takeover sent a message from Selene which said she was going to be keeping a close eye on my activities. Which in association meant the Gestalt might know my every move.
Still, best to dance with the devil you know than one you don’t. At least I had an idea of what Selene’s angle was. I’d stack my charm and rugged good looks against those odds any day. I figured after spending enough time in my magnetic company, they’d all be seeing things my way in no time.
When I got to my pad, Natasha opened her door from across the hall. With her raven locks tumbled across her face, she looked about as lovely as a newborn sunrise.
“Mick Trubble! I thought that was you. I was so worried after all that thunder last night.”
I tipped my Bogart. “Sorry to stress you, doll. Things got a bit rough, but then again I’m a rough and tumble type of guy.”
“Well I’m glad you’re not full of holes and blood and all that. I’d be awful sad. Case closed?”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Case closed.”
“Well come on in and have a cup of coffee with me. I just made a fresh pot.”
“Sounds like a dream.”
So much for sleep, but I couldn’t pass up on the offer. Coffee with Natasha was about the best way to wrap up a case like that one. When it comes to mean cup of java, no one can whip up better. And then there’s her unique style of chatter which somehow feels like coming home. It was funny, though — as I sipped and listened, I didn’t really feel like things had ended.
More like had just got started.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bard Constantine firmly believes he’s living in the wrong age, so he creates timelines he feels more comfortable in. With this novel he introduces Havenworld, a retro-futuristic dystopian age where humanity survived a terrifying Cataclysm by means of city-sized constructs called Havens. More info on this world and upcoming novels can be found on the official Troubleshooter website as well as his Facebook page. You can also follow him on Twitter. For preview of his other works, turn the page…
How to Speak New Haven
So you’re new in town. Yeah, I can tell. Well you’ve come by the right man for the wire on this place. Don’t wanna stick out like a nun at a cathouse, do ya? Thought not. So you might wanna get down on the lingo around here. You probably guessed folks in New Haven speak a little differently than the other Havens. While this isn’t required reading, here’s a quick rundown you can reference in case you get a bit mixed up. That way if a cat tells you to rotate your heels or else he’ll fit you for a New Haven trench coat, then you’ll know what he’s gabbing about, pipe that? Here goes:
Ace/chump/Killer /Mack: nicknames for a man
Bag or tag: Nimrod terms for live or dead capture
Bent: angry, upset, out of sorts
Berries/lettuce/cabbage/bread: money
Bing ward: segregation cells, solitary
Biogun: an expensive firearm that is powered by the user’s body via cables inserted in the forearm or into a holoband.
Bogart: a fedora
Boozehound: drunk person
Bracelets: handcuffs
Brass/feds/fuzz/button boys/boys in black: cops
Broad: a woman, usually an unattractive one
Bruno: bodyguard
Bum: Useless
Bunk: nonsense, foolishness
Butter and egg, fat cat: rich, loaded
Buy the farm/bite the big one: die
Canary/songbird: female singer
Cataclysm: a period of time when most life on Earth was destroyed by environmental and nuclear forces
Cathouse: brothel
Cement shoes: cement blocks poured around an unlucky rube’s feet. Once the cement cures, the rube is tossed in the river to drown.
Chew: eat
Chin music, skull music: the sounds made when someone is punched in the face or head
Chin up: check out, investigate
Chisel/flimflam/rib up: frame, set up
Choppers, pearls: teeth
Chopper squad/trouble boys: hired guns
Climb your thumb: go to hell
Clip/smoke/rub out/plug: kill
Clip joint: high-class nightclub
Coot/codger: old man
Crab: cash out
Crooner: male singer
Crop: everything, all there is
Daisy: effeminate man
Dame/moll/dish/looker: nicknames for a woman, usually an attractive one
Darb: good, excellent, high quality
Datacom: a tiny earpiece synched to the holoband and used to make phone calls
Down on the ups: when life sucks
Dormy/laying dormy: laying low, hiding out
Dibcard: a preloaded card for transferring dibs from one account to another
Dibs: currency
Dive/can house: low class restaurant or nightclub
Drop a dime/sing/squeal: Snitch to the cops
Duck soup/lead pipe cinch: easy
Egg/noodle: head
Evaporator: machine that instantly dries clothing, usually installed in doorways
Elbows checked: arrested \
Feed the fishes/swim with the fishes: drowned or tossed in the river after death
Floater: flying automobile
Flogger: trench coat
Floozy/hussy/skater: a dame who likes to spread it around.
Flophouse: hideout
Frail: old woman
Gasper/smoke: cigarette
Gems/peepers: eyes
Giggle juice, hard juice: alcohol
Glad rags: expensive clothing
Gonzo/jingle-brained: crazy
Goon/dropper/hardhead: hired thug
Grift: con
Grifter: con artist
Grill/tighten the screws: interrogate
Haven: city-sized constructs built to preserve life during the Cataclysm
Hophead: drug addict
Hosers/sky hosers: fire floaters deployed to extinguish flames
Heap/can: vehicle, usually a wheeler
Heat: pressure, usually from the brass.