"Maybe," I said. "I mean, it's a ripping yarn. And I like it a lot. And for a book written before the internet, it's pretty good at getting the internet right. But..."
He was leafing through it. "But?"
"Well, it's an unfinished series. So you'll read the first three, and then," I shrugged.
Then, on impulse, I got on Amazon and searched.
"Well, shit," I said, half-pleased and half-broken-hearted. "He's published the fourth one."
"Good?" Dr. Skull said.
"Right. Good." I bought it, one-click, the way you can with Kindle. "It's just..."
"This is a series Mike and I read together. We waited, what, fifteen years for the next one?" I opened the book on my Kindle. "Now he's gone and fucking died. He'll never get to read it."
"Poor boo," Dr. Skull said. "I'll read it with you."
Mike really would have loved this fourth book, too. Goddamn it.