Al Johnson believes he’s a willing participant in Betty’s regales, but the deeper he dives into her world of sex, drugs, and self-mutilation, the more he feels his own desperation. With a diabetic mother dying from the debilitating disease, Al is quickly forced to realize his own mortality. As memories from an abusive childhood rise to the surface, he willingly helps Betty exact revenge on her own abusive father, hoping the confrontation will not only exorcise her demons, but his own.
Roger had never seen a snowstorm like it. No matter how fast the wipers swished and swooshed, they made no difference. The snow fell in clumps, hit the glass, melted slightly, and turned to ice. The radio had dubbed it a ‘Winter Solstice Whiteout’ after proclaiming all the shelters in the area were full. Pete sat in the backseat and wiped away the condensation from the window.
The first story in this collection by author Chris Roy is, "Her Name Is Mercie." It is a taut thriller with a lovable duo caught up in a conspiracy that reaches deep into the local police department. The author's powerful prose and tight pacing keeps the reader cheering for Mercie Hillbrook and her affable young companion, Kermit, a Vietnamese street-kid.
Detective Frank Castle may be retired, but there's still a killer to catch!
Before Jackson has a chance to continue, a raspy voice says from the shadows in the corner of the chapel, “Fred, werewolf.”
After everyone does their best, “Hey, Corina,” that’s when she leans over, shows you a bit of fang, and says, “You stink. You smell like piss.”