“Oh my God. I’m on a bus with a friggin’ terrorist.” Detective O’Brien puts his attraction to a beautiful genius on hold in order to find the terrorist who has breached NYC’s firewalls. Is it someone from her past as she claims, or is her? Or maybe her artificial intelligence program is completely out of control. I dash out of the Port Authority and claim the last hand-hold on the downtown bus. The brakes hiss, we lurch forward, and suddenly my headset mutes. Instead of Blake Shelton, the male voice of my artificial intelligence barges in. “Terrorist alert.” Don’t freak out, Jones. It’s probably just a bug. $2.99 on Kindle.
