Free Your Truth is Out There (Find Your Truth Book 1) by David Allen Kimmel

situation, his confrontation with Xtlar seemed almost pleasant. Traveling with the belligerent wife of an ex-employee to some backwater planet named Irt was easily the worst experience of his entire existence.
    As planned, they met in the parking lot of the Pigawitts building, at which point Gsefx’s wife immediately insisted on demonstrating her penchant for verbal assault. Unpleasant as it was, it was not totally unexpected, and Qilzar weathered the barrage as best he could. Through the various obscenities and other choice words she flung his way, he discovered her name was Lhvunsa and that she and Gsefx had been married for ten turns. Only when her tirade ended and she paused to catch her breath, did she reveal she knew where her husband was and that he was very likely in serious trouble.
    “I’ve tracked his vehicle to a remote sector of the galaxy about three sars from here,” she said. “It appears he’s gone to a tiny, recently-charted planet called Irt.”
    “Irt? Never heard of it,” said Qilzar, doing his best to act as casual as possible. It wasn’t working. “Whatever would possess him to go there?”
    Lhvunsa’s thick eyebrows bunched together as her eyes narrowed to barely-open slits. “He wouldn’t have had the opportunity to even consider such a foolish idea if he hadn’t been fired! You would both be sitting comfortably in your offices doing whatever it is you do there. And I would be wrapping up my contract for the new addition to the Klarock Museum instead of …”
    She paused and sighed deeply.
    “All right, enough of that,” she said with a wave of one of her three hands. “Apparently, since he had some unexpected free time, Gsefx went to Irt to obtain some music straight from the source. Albalan originates from Irt, you know.”
    “Alavan? What’s that?” asked Qilzar.
    “Al-ba-lan. It’s a newly discovered form of music. Quite primitive and all the rage lately. I don’t care much for it, but Gsefx just can’t seem to get enough. He’s obsessed with it. I’m sure that’s why he went there. He may be a great accountant, but there are times when his common sense leaves a lot to be desired. It’s doubtful he considered any of the potential consequences before taking off like that.”
    Qilzar was about to ask another question, but Lhvunsa stopped him with another wave of the same hand. “Before you ask any more questions, get in your vehicle; we have to go and find him.”
    Qilzar stepped back as if he’d been slapped. “Have you lost your mind, Madam?” he cried. “I’m not going to Irt, or whatever it’s called. Gsefx is an adult, and quite capable of taking care of himself. If you feel like chasing after him, please do so, but you’ll not drag me along.”
    He paused for a moment, reminding himself of his tenuous employment situation. “When you do see him,” he said gently, “please tell him the whole firing business was a terribly unfortunate mistake, and to please contact me immediately.”
    He turned as if to get back in his vehicle, only to feel a rather determined hand grab his arm and spin him back around.
    “Don’t even think about walking away from me!” said Lhvunsa, one hand gripping his arm, another sternly planted on her hip, and the third shaking a delicate green finger in his face. “Gsefx’s vehicle has stopped responding, which means he’s in trouble. Not only are you going with me, you’re piloting. This entire turn of events is your fault and if anything happens to my husband, I will hold you personally responsible.”
    In all of his forty-seven turns, Qilzar had never been married, had never, in fact, even had a serious romantic relationship. He liked the female form well enough, but found the corresponding psyche completely impossible to fathom, not to mention rather frightening. So it wasn’t at all out of character when he shrank in the face of Lhvunsa’s demands. To his credit, he did try to object—three separate times, in fact.