Here is the third chapter in my upcoming new novel in the Finder series. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

For a long moment, Corwin stared back at him, silent and unmoving. His eyes, however… In his dark eyes, Vince saw the battle raging within. Whatever Dent’s sins, Corwin loved his brother. He also loved their mother.

All at once, something broke inside Corwin. The stiffness in his shoulders collapsed as he slumped forward and put his hands on his head. His elbows thumped on the table’s black lacquered surface. In that moment, he looked like what he was—a scared, grieved young man who’d been carrying the weight of the galaxy around on his shoulders for far too long.

“What do I do?” His voice emerged from his throat in a choked whisper. “He can’t—I can’t—”

Here is the next chapter in my upcoming new Finder novel. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Half a dozen thoughts raced through Vince’s mind. Chief among them was a mournful thought that at this rate, his expensive dinner was going to be stone cold before he got to enjoy it. Silently, he set the dumpling down on his plate and studied the man sitting across the table from him.

He pegged the waiter to be in his early twenties, with a slim build and a look in his dark brown eyes that said he’d seen far too much of the darker side of Zyga Station than he should have at his age. He had a round face, a shock of curly black hair, and his dark brown skin was a few shades lighter than Vince’s own. The way he’d handled the tray told Vince that he’d probably worked here for a while, though the Finder wasn’t sure he ever remembered seeing him before.

The young man also looked dead serious.

Welcome to Overload, the fourth novel in my Finder space opera detective series! I’m posting the first three chapters as a preview. The book won’t be released until the middle of January, but I may have some exciting news to announce here in the next couple of weeks.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Every table in the noodle shop was full. Finder Vince Grable didn’t think they ever had a slow day here. A buzz of conversation filled the eatery, broken only by the occasional burst of laughter. Soft, unobtrusive music played in the background. Wait staff in black trousers, white shirts, and black vests darted here and there through the dim circles of golden light cast by round golden lamps that hung above every booth and table. Most carried trays laden with plates and bowls of delicious food.