In the future, door-to-door sales has been outlawed, but that doesn't stop desperate salesmen from falling to those depths.
Telepathic Vacuum Cleaner Salesperson Police Officers enforce the laws for their market segment. They are an elite force of officers trained to fight sales crimes. Every day, they patrol neighborhood floors armed with security strength vacuums, looking for signs of sales abuse and bad consumer decisions. And they do what they do without any desire for recognition. To prove that, they give up their names when they become officers. Then again, they don't have a choice. It is department policy.
One Telepathic Vacuum Cleaner Salesperson Policeman decides he wants his name back, but he needs to do more than just complain to his best friend about it. He has been doing that for a while, and it hasn't worked so far. He needs influence.
When he starts on the trail of one of the most wanted criminals in his department, he might just get his wish. He only has to catch her, but that is not an easy task. And the closer he gets, the more he finds out just how wanted she is.
Telepathic Vacuum Cleaner Salesperson Police Officers enforce the laws for their market segment. They are an elite force of officers trained to fight sales crimes. Every day, they patrol neighborhood floors armed with security strength vacuums, looking for signs of sales abuse and bad consumer decisions. And they do what they do without any desire for recognition. To prove that, they give up their names when they become officers. Then again, they don't have a choice. It is department policy.
One Telepathic Vacuum Cleaner Salesperson Policeman decides he wants his name back, but he needs to do more than just complain to his best friend about it. He has been doing that for a while, and it hasn't worked so far. He needs influence.
When he starts on the trail of one of the most wanted criminals in his department, he might just get his wish. He only has to catch her, but that is not an easy task. And the closer he gets, the more he finds out just how wanted she is.
Excerpt
“The Flash Attacker, the woman who is responsible for your twitch. I’ve found her. Her name is-”
“We know who she is.” The superior’s disgust trampled over the trembling officer’s voice.
“You do?” He didn’t understand. “Why haven’t we captured her? Why haven’t we done anything?”
“How do you know her?” he snarled darkly, looking at the cig in his hand, heating the tip a few times, making it brighten and dim.
The trembling officer couldn’t help but stare at the cig too, particularly the fiery red tip. “I...We went...” for some reason he felt reluctant to say it, as if it might do more bad than good, but he was too scared not to be honest, “...on a date.”
About the Author
David J. Rollins is a
paralegal by day, husband by night, and sometimes finds time to write. As a
young man, he had had different plans, but that’s the way life works out most
of the time.
David has been writing since
Seventh Grade. He started with the adventures of Super Pimp and his sidekick
Squirt. His hero was Philip K. Dick, who strangely enough did not write about
things like Pimps and Squirts. Like any fan, David wanted to follow in his
hero’s footsteps. Unlike most fans, he wanted to follow them even after finding
out that his hero, at one point in his life, was so poor that he resorted to
eating dog food. What David lacked in aspirations, he made up for in
determination.
From those humble
beginnings, David became the man he is today. He is happier than he ever
thought he would be and is living a life he never imagined in his wildest
dreams. And that’s the way David’s life worked out. He was and is very lucky.
As further proof of his
luck, David has lost every one of the stories about Super Pimp and his sidekick
Squirt. He has also never had to eat dog food.
