A Gas-Lighter's Nightmare (The Multivertical Man, #27)

Zek Stone has once again found himself lost within the sub-parallels of the Parallel "Shadow Earth", Aton 5, more refracted and alone than ever before, drowning within a psycho-dramatic mystery involving a whole gang of ghosts from his past. At the same time, his step-brother and the Porky Pig Club has it's dark past exposed during a series of grisly murders and the investigations that followed, within Aton 5. 875, in 2025.

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Aton 5. 875, 25/04/13:

Durkins reported into the DSA company's office and spoke directly to Gaulterton.

"What's the fuss?" Gaulterton said.

"Another victim," Durkins said, and handed him a portable tablet with a picture of a blond male in his late 50s or 60s.

"Same MO," he said. "Another wealthy playboy, and another PPC manager. Phil Wasonki. Blond male, medium to heavy build, 58, wealthy playboy."

"That makes 2 already this year," he said.

"Yes," Gaulterton said, handed the tablet back to Durkins, and went for some coffee in the back corner. He made a cup and took it to his desk in the other corner.

"Anything more?" he said, took a sip of the coffee, and sat down before the computer on his desk.

He activated the computer and logged in while Durkins spoke to him.

"Nothing much yet," he admitted, and went to fill his own cup. "The only thing that seems to mean anything is the fact that they're both wealthy playboys and PPC managers."

"Yes," Gaulterton agreed, and stared into the computer flat-screen.

"You might want to put your coffee down before you check out the pictures," Durkins said.

"That bad?" Gaulterton said, and looked at him.

"The word grisley would be putting it lightly," Durkins admitted. "We found his body chopped into so many pieces beside a lounge with a pina colada and a cell-phone on a table beside it. We found the head floating in the pool."

"Check out what was written on the living-room wall," he said.

"Gas-Liters Go 2 Hell?" he read.

He looked at Durkins and then back at the flat-screen and said, with wide eyes, "I think we have to face the fact that we're dealing with some kind of mad-man."