Made to kill

It was just another Tuesday morning when she walked into the office-young, as I suspected they all might be, another dark brunette with some assistance and enough eye black to match up to Cleopatra. And, who am I? I'm Ray, the world's last robot, famed and feared in equal measure, which suits me just fine-after all, the last place you'd expect to find Hollywood's best hit man is in the plain light of day. Raymond Electromatic is good at his job, the lone employee of the Electromatic Detective Agency-except for Ada, office gal and super-computer, the constant voice in Ray's inner ear. Ray might have taken up a new line of work, but money is money, after all, and he was programmed to make a profit. Besides, with his twenty-four-hour memory-tape limits, he sure can keep a secret. When a familiar-looking woman arrives at the agency wanting to hire Ray to find a missing movie star, he's inclined to tell her to take a hike. But she had the cold hard cash, a demand for total anonymity, and tendency to vanish on her own. Plunged into a glittering world of fame, fortune, and secrecy, Ray uncovers a sinister plot that goes much deeper than the silver screen-and this robot is at the wrong place, at the wrong time.