Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4 The next thing I knew, I heard Audioslave’s “Like a Stone”. My phone’s ringtone. I swept a hand out to it, my eyes still shut, only a quarter of the way awake. When my hand slid across what felt like smooth, cold stone, I woke up a little more and forced my eyes open. It took me a few seconds to figure out what I was looking at: the toe kick of one of my dark blue kitchen cabinets. And a small piece of almond, a runaway from Sunday night’s salad. I was curled on my right side … Continue reading Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter 4

Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter 3

After enduring Lieutenant Nora Harris’s bitching about our lack of arrests in the solicitation sting, I went to the room we referred to as the computer lab and found an empty desk. I typed my passcode into the Dell and, once it had judged me worthy, I began typing my reports. The room was directly across the hall from the vending machine alcove, and every time I heard the whir of a dollar being sucked into a slot, I leaned back in my hard plastic chair to check on who was buying a Coke or a Snickers. I kept expecting … Continue reading Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter 3

Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 I found it behind a stack of wooden pallets. Or rather, I found him, my would-be john, the rat-faced asshole who’d leaped over his car and started this merry chase. He was naked, face-down on the filthy concrete, his skinny—and hairless—body slicked with sweat. It looked like he’d crawled until his body gave up. His right arm was outstretched, the hand under an old sofa, like he’d been about to hide under it. His nose was mashed against the ground, his eyelids at half-mast. Blood puddled under his face. The coppery stink of it was overpowering. I pressed … Continue reading Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter 2

Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter One

CHAPTER 1 — FIVE DAYS EARLIER. The bead of sweat finally reached my neck. I wiped it away. It was a typical July evening on the Texas Gulf Coast: hot enough to make you sweat, humid enough to keep the sweat sticking to your body like a second skin. It made people mean and unpredictable, like rabid dogs. Or rabid wolves, which made me Little Red Riding Hood. Only instead of skipping through the woods with a picnic basket, I was pacing up and down a cracked sidewalk with a Sig Sauer nestled at the small of my back. I … Continue reading Bulletproof Werewolf – Chapter One

Bulletproof Werewolf – Prologue

I have been writing a novel since, oh, 1998 or so. It’s gone through a lot of changes, but the core concept has always been the same: there’s this cop, who is also a werewolf, and her last name is Anderson. For a while, I had a premise that involved the Satanic Panic of the 1980s and a cursed role-playing game (influenced by Werewolf: The Apocalypse), then it mutated into just some random werewolf who goes around biting people to build up an army (like a lycanthropic Charles Manson). Then there was the half-conceived notion of a half-bright guy in … Continue reading Bulletproof Werewolf – Prologue