Book Description"They're aliens, right? They're hiding among us. Successfully. In this the age of the supercomputer and the secret police. And by definition they've gotten here from another planet, another star. That means they've got to have techniques we haven't begun to touch! They've got to be able to stop all this shit!" Her voice began to slip to the edge of hysteria, which I'd heard often enough. "Okay," I allowed. "How does that help us?" I stared her straight in her dreadful eye and she knew that my "us" did not refer to the billions and billions of miserable suffering humanity, or even to We the People of the United States, nor even to tawdry little Bootshop, but to the Gilded Lily personally and, subsidiarily, her toady, hired killer, and superstud, Handsome Jack Casey.
