Publisher's Synopsis
Legend of Mooracco
This is the matrix of a saga that will extend beyond the enchanted territory to lead you in every direction. The natives of this territory are Amexem/America's biggest secret, yet they're making noise, some is none sensual, the rest is worth the space in Natives Voice newspaper. It's all here: intrigue, plots, schemes, gunplay, trafficking, networking. With so many characters coming and going, you may have to rely upon the bio cast to keep up.
Detective Owens thought he had one, when he sees a lone Moor walking the streets of The District; but his partner knows better. After a scan of the profile and study of the forearm that dipped into the alley, he knew. "What you doing?", questions the rookie with a look over his shoulder when the car pulls off.
"Don't fuck with him!", the vet advised. Find something else to do.
"What?" Owens ain't get it; it's open season on Moors.
Skurt! Car comes to a fault Skurt!
Alleyway: Suspect's perspective
The one that all of Cush knows to be the man, stops in the rain when he hears the sound of a car braking. When you been repping for Mooracco since twelve, your soul has value to the colonists.I'm knowing all that but, the Cushite puts his back on the wall to play out a murderous exchange, Elijah ain't no pick.
Interior of squad car
The vet made it clear to not fuck with that one. "You do that, you on your own", he said. " You can't miss him, wears turban, full breed...walks like...Legend of Mooracco..."
