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... Continue Reading →


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... Continue Reading →

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