Spotlight — Case: 0

Today the Book Ninjas are spotlighting Case: 0 by May Freighter!

It’s the year 2330. At the end of the twenty-second century, the human race has divided into two distinct groups—purebloods and the ‘modded’. Those who are unfortunate enough to be genetically modified are now nothing but servants for their pureblooded masters.

Living in this time, you know your place, and you do not cross the line. So, when a violent death occurs in the Bronze District, Annalise is ordered to take this as her trial run at Divinity PD to prove that she can do the job as a member of the Human Possession Department.

To defy her father’s wish to marry her off, and keep her Chief happy, she is determined to solve this murder by any means necessary—even if it means going to districts she has only read about in textbooks and fighting her forbidden feelings for her servant.

With internal battles, dirty politics, and sinister secrets, just how exactly will Annalise solve her Case: 0? And more importantly, will she live to see her next one?


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Excerpt

“Did Robert have any enemies here?” Annalise asked.

The beast shook his head. “I don’t know. No.”

“Is it a ‘no’ or you ‘don’t know’?”

Samson rolled his eyes. “It’s a no. No one here would dare harm a precious pureblood.”

Her next question came to mind. It didn’t seem likely, but she asked anyway. “Did he have any friends?”

The worker scratched his head. “Doubt they were pals, but he was hanging out with Todd for a few days.”

“Todd who? And where can we find him?” Mavel asked.

“Todd Green is the new part-timer. He’s off for a couple of days. As far as I know, he usually hangs out in the Red District.”

Annalise grimaced. Red District was labelled as such for a reason. It, along with Black, was in the outer slums. If anyone wanted a shady deal done, they went to the underground groups in Black located in the southernmost part of Divinity. Whereas, if they fancied different kinds of uncensored pleasures not permitted elsewhere, they visited Red in the north.

She found Mavel eyeing her with interest. “What?”

“While you were daydreaming, I got the name and address of the club he frequents. Shall we return to the office?”

Annalise scanned the factory for Samson. He was already retreating to his workstation. She groaned. She had to get her head out of the clouds. This case was going to launch her career path in the HPD. They couldn’t go back empty-handed.

She deactivated the recording on her wrist comms. “Let’s visit the Red District.”

Mavel’s eyes widened. “Annalise, we’ll be breaking the rules of conduct if we head there without backup.”

“We can’t return with nothing. You’ve seen the way Chief looked at me this morning.” She turned and scaled the metal stairs. “We need a solid lead.”

“Anna—”

“I’ll take the blame if it goes wrong.”

Once they left the factory, Mavel grabbed her hand, jerking her aside. He pressed her against their car and eyed her with worry. “This is not a game.”

“I know it’s not.” He was too close for her liking. Near enough that if she reached up, she could pull him in for a kiss. She avoided his stare. There was no way that would happen.

“Anna, please don’t do this.” His voice cracked, and she looked at him.

In his eyes, she saw her reflection which reminded her of how wrong her feelings for him were. After all, they could never be together. Her life, her family, everyone she cared about would suffer because of it. With an aching heart, she locked away any unwelcome wishes his presence stirred in her.

“This is an order, Mavel. We are going to the Red District.”

His warmth vanished as he took a step back. “As per your word, mistress, I will obey.”


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About the Author

May Freighter is an internationally bestselling author from Dublin, Ireland. She writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and Sci-Fi mysteries that will keep you entertained, mystified, and hopefully craving more. Her only pets are cacti. They're the only things that survived. It may be too dangerous to entrust her with an animal while she's engrossed in writing.

On sunny, rainy, and overcast days, she spends her time with her fictional friends, putting them through dangerous adventures while wishing them the best of luck. Her hobbies are photography, drawing, and plotting different ways of a character's demise.

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