A Murder of Clones: A Retrieval Artist Universe Novel

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About the Author

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For Kevin J. Anderson

because he and I have been navigating this writing stuff together for more than thirty years now. I don’t think I could’ve done it without you, Kev.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to Paul B. Higginbotham for his help in designing the court system for the Retrieval Artist universe. I had stumbled along early, but he has come up with a way to make it work. Of course, any errors here in understanding common legal procedures are mine and mine alone.

Thanks also go to Allyson Longueira for figuring out how to make these projects work, to Annie Reed for making sure I get my facts straight, and to Dean Wesley Smith, who consistently says, “Just write it, Rusch, and then we’ll worry about what to do next.”

And finally, thanks to all you readers who have joined with me for ten books now. Each book is an experiment, the Retrieval Artist series more than most, and I appreciate your willingness to join me on the journey.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Dear Readers,

You have in your hands book three of The Anniversary Day Saga. However, if you bought this book thinking it’s a standalone title, your reading experience should be just fine. If you enjoy the book, however, go back and read
Anniversary Day
and
Blowback
before moving on to the next book in this saga,
Search & Recovery.

As for the rest of you who’ve faithfully read the Retrieval Artist books, yes, I’m using the word “saga.” I did not intend for this saga to happen. When I started
Anniversary Day
, I thought I was writing one novel. I was wrong.

I wrote the opening sequence of
A Murder of Clones
to explain a scene in
Blowback
to myself. I thought
A Murder of Clones
would be a standalone novella. Of course, it wasn’t. It was a novel. At that point, I thought I could write the novel years from now, when I wasn’t finishing what I thought was the Anniversary Day trilogy.

The minute I made the decision to make the novella something bigger,

I quit writing on the novella and went back to
Blowback.

One year later, I came back to the novella with the idea of finishing it for the Fiction River Kickstarter project that Dean Wesley Smith and I did in the summer of 2012. I thought finishing the novella would be easy—and it was.

But, as I finished it, I realized that I couldn’t move forward with the next book in the Anniversary Day trilogy without writing Judita Gomez’s story. At first, I thought I could write her story for myself, and not publish it.

I soon realized, however, that if I followed that plan, the moment Gomez appeared in the book I was writing, she would seem like a deus ex machina. In other words, her appearance would feel both superficial and a cheat.

I was then faced with two problems: my trilogy had just become something bigger. And the next book I had to publish in the Anniversary Day saga would be a Retrieval Artist novel without our favorite Retrieval Artist showing up at all.

I knew many readers would wait for Miles Flint to appear, and he’s not going to. Not in this novel. Which is why it’s called a Retrieval Artist Universe novel. He’ll be in some of the books in this remaining arc, I promise.

In fact, when you finish this saga, you’ll see that the center of the books-long story is Miles Flint.

Honestly, the fact that my unruly brain served up Judita Gomez next shouldn’t surprise me. When I first designed the Retrieval Artist universe, I wanted some books to focus on other characters besides Flint. My desire to write non-Flint books is modeled on the mystery genre, particularly two of my favorite writers in the genre—Elizabeth George and Ed McBain. Each of George’s books focus on a different main character within her series. But I suspect McBain had a larger influence on the Retrieval Artist Universe.

I have always said that this series is my 87
th
Precinct. Ed McBain wrote dozens of books about the precinct, and rotated his characters in and out of the novels. Some books would focus on a few of the characters, others would focus on different characters.

This is the first full novel in which Miles Flint does not appear. There will be others. There have already been side stories without Miles Flint, like
The Recovery Man’s Bargain
. There will be more of those as well.

Which is a long way of telling you why I’m starting this book with a letter to the readers.

What WMG Publishing and I decided is that the last six books of this saga will come out every month until this saga is finished. You’re holding
A Murder of Clones
, which is a January 2015 release
.
The next book will appear in February of 2015. Then you’ll get a book every month until June, when this saga ends.

The Retrieval Artist series won’t end there, of course. I already have a lot of side stories sketched out (and started), and several future novels in mind. I will take a break from the universe after more than a year of writing in it. I have other series and stories to tend to.

I’m having a lot of fun writing this saga. It’s a challenge, and I love challenges. However, I promise (as much as I can with my recalcitrant brain) that the next RA novel after I finish this mini-saga will standalone—like the first eight did.

Thanks for joining me on this journey.

—Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Lincoln City, Oregon

April 29, 2014

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

ONE

THE STENCH MADE her eyes water. Marshal Judita Gomez had a protect-strip over her mouth and nose, but the stench still got through. Something had died here. Something big, or many somethings big. The fact that the stench was so strong meant she would have to destroy her clothes. Nothing anyone had invented had been able to take the overpowering smell of corpses out of clothing.

At least nothing had done it to her satisfaction.

And perhaps nothing could have satisfied her. Every time she found a corpse, she felt the death viscerally. It became part of her. Perhaps it made sense, then, that it would seem to be part of her clothing as well.

She carefully moved several flat leaves, following the Eaufasse into the cluster of trees. She hadn’t studied this culture at all, just responded to their call. So she touched what the Eaufasse touched and stepped where the Eaufasse stepped, which was hard, since the Eaufasse was the size of a thin twelve-year-old human child with extra-long legs and feet the size of fists.

Be extremely careful
, she sent to her partners Kyle Washington and Shakir Rainger through their links. They’d been with the Earth Alliance Frontier Security Squad for years, but she wasn’t sure they’d ever been in a situation like this before.

She wasn’t sure
she
had ever been in a situation like this before.

The Eaufasse Emir had contacted the Earth Alliance about an enclave of humans hiding in the back country, near one of the Eaufasse’s major cities. The Eaufasse was one of sixteen different sentient species on Epriccom, the habitable moon of an uninhabitable planet in a sector of space that the Earth Alliance dubbed the Frontier.

Ever since its formation, the Earth Alliance had given several sectors of space the Frontier designation. That meant most of the planets within the sector had applied for Earth Alliance membership—or were potential applicants for membership. Most sectors ended up becoming part of the Alliance, but every once in a while, the designation backfired, leaving the sector unapproved or with only a few Alliance planets, making it difficult for anyone from the Alliance to do business there.

And no matter what the Alliance said, what its propaganda dictated, the Alliance was always about business.

Gomez moved slowly. She loved her job, even at moments like this, moments when a single misplaced footstep could cause an interstellar incident. Her work was not the same from hour to hour, let alone day to day or week to week, and she saw parts of the known universe that most people never got to see.

She focused on the steps in the dirt before her, noting the strange plants that slid toward her feet. They seemed to move without wind or even being touched.

She’d been trained to watch for cues like that, things that might mean whatever she was looking at was sentient. She carefully avoided those plants, and she sent a message through the secured link to her deputies to do the same.

She didn’t expect them to answer. One reason she had chosen Washington and Rainger for this mission was because they had the most experience of all her deputies in first-contact situations. Not that this was the first time humans had contact with the Eaufasse, but as far as she could tell, this was the first time that the Earth Alliance authorities—not diplomats—had in-person contact. And in-person contact was always different from contact through networks and links.

For one thing, it was infinitely more dangerous.

The Earth Alliance Frontier Security Squad had jurisdiction in any sector designated Frontier. But jurisdiction didn’t mean they could override local laws. It simply meant that the FSS investigated, policed, and patrolled any Earth Alliance members who found their way to a Frontier planet.

And usually, the shadiest Earth Alliance members found their way to the outskirts of Earth Alliance territory, knowing that the FSS was underfunded and spread much too thin.

Gomez was deeply aware of that right now. She needed half a dozen deputies, not the two she always traveled with. The Emir believed that the human enclave was up to no good—at least that was how the translation program had filtered the Eaufasse’s extremely complex language.

The relationship with the Eaufasse was so new that very few Eaufasse spoke Standard, and those who did didn’t speak it very well.

One of those Standard-speaking Eaufasse was just outside the investigation area, listening in on a link hooked up to both Gomez and the Eaufasse tracker/police officer/military official who led the small group to the corpses.

The language barrier was still so complete that she wasn’t sure what job the Eaufasse in front of her actually had.

Finally, the group reached a clearing. The ground dipped here in a bowl shape, and she knew without looking that the corpses were here. The nose never lied.

She held up a fist, so that her deputies stopped moving. They froze. They didn’t dare do anything else. One wrong word, one wrong gesture, one wrong step, and the FSS officer could find herself on the wrong side of an alien judicial system.

There were exceptions for marshals. Exceptions were part of the agreements made with Frontier planets. But that didn’t mean every single culture on those planets abided by the rules, nor did it mean that the Earth Alliance would always defend a marshal’s behavior, particularly if some authority in the Alliance felt the marshal was out of line.