Author: | Derek Paterson | ISBN: | 9781311898098 |
Publisher: | Derek Paterson | Publication: | July 27, 2015 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
Author: | Derek Paterson |
ISBN: | 9781311898098 |
Publisher: | Derek Paterson |
Publication: | July 27, 2015 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
Language: | English |
Suddenly unemployed, office clerk Jane reluctantly applies for a secretary's job working for shady private investigator Dick Kruger. But before her interview is even over, she finds herself involved in a shooting. Soon she's kidnapped by mobster boss Mickey Ferro, whose howling mad gang makes her doubt her sanity. Is she going crazy, or are these guys werewolves? And can her would-be boss rescue her before they eat her?
A Noir Fantasy Novelette, circa 13K words.
As guys went, Ferro was good-looking, nay handsome. Or would have been if not for his eyes. When we were kids, my parents had taken me and my sister to aquarium world. There was a big tank and it had two sharks in it, swimming around, never stopping, their tails swishing from side to side. One had passed so close that I could have reached out and touched it, if not for the thick glass. I'd looked into its unblinking eye and saw only death. It wanted to get to me. It wanted to shatter the glass and swim out of the tank and close its jaws around me while I screamed and thrashed and bled into its eternally hungry maw. Ferro had that exact same look. I didn't really want to meet him, but the gorilla beside me climbed out, grabbed my arm and dragged me out after him.
Suddenly unemployed, office clerk Jane reluctantly applies for a secretary's job working for shady private investigator Dick Kruger. But before her interview is even over, she finds herself involved in a shooting. Soon she's kidnapped by mobster boss Mickey Ferro, whose howling mad gang makes her doubt her sanity. Is she going crazy, or are these guys werewolves? And can her would-be boss rescue her before they eat her?
A Noir Fantasy Novelette, circa 13K words.
As guys went, Ferro was good-looking, nay handsome. Or would have been if not for his eyes. When we were kids, my parents had taken me and my sister to aquarium world. There was a big tank and it had two sharks in it, swimming around, never stopping, their tails swishing from side to side. One had passed so close that I could have reached out and touched it, if not for the thick glass. I'd looked into its unblinking eye and saw only death. It wanted to get to me. It wanted to shatter the glass and swim out of the tank and close its jaws around me while I screamed and thrashed and bled into its eternally hungry maw. Ferro had that exact same look. I didn't really want to meet him, but the gorilla beside me climbed out, grabbed my arm and dragged me out after him.