Today, I’m adding an extra story to the blog, something previously published in issue 4 of Necrotic Tissue. You can still pick up the original printing of this story at the NT archives, and if you like the magazine, consider getting a subscription, since NT has now gone to a print format.
The rights reverted back to me on this story, so I’ve gone back to run another round of edits on this tale for my online edition. Of course, if you read the NT version, you also get the nifty artwork. But either way, you can read it for free.
So, enough introduction. I hope you enjoy Alpha Male.
Paul Blake watched the overcast grey sky while he waited for his client to arrive. Normally the August weather of San Antonio would have been hot and dry, but a number of storms had kept the city on the verge of flooding conditions for the entire week of his visit.
Raindrops beat upon the rooftops of the buildings outside the hotel window. Paul’s gaze drifted to the mall, which the hotel sat adjacent to, keeping track of the uniformed officers who wandered along a small patrol area on either side of the river. The cops were easy to spot because there weren’t any of the usual throngs of people moving toward and away from the mall or resting in the outdoor portion of the food court. The temperamental weather kept most everyone indoors.