Ruby smiled at her daughter. “Your grandmother was correct. The forces of war have been stopped. For now.”
A Simple Assignment
Russ Crossley
Cheerful Baby Vickers, known to her clients and her enemies as C.B. Vickers, stared at the computer screen on the cigarette scarred oak desk in her dimly lit office. Her office was on the top floor of a sixty-year-old three-store brick walk-up in the seedy part of town, known more commonly as the wrong side of the tracks.
The message on the screen was from headquarters and it didn’t make the digestion of the baloney and cheese on white bread she ate for lunch any easier. “I shouldn’t have asked for the extra mayo,” she muttered under her breath as she read the message.
Being a private eye in Degenerate City, which was brimming with the human flo
